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There once was a girl named Baby
with a neighbor whom she liked to pester,
that poor old unfortunate soul
that we all knew as "Mean" Moe Lester.
Knowing Moe Lester slept lightly,
wee Baby made a plan to fix that,
staying out way late one evening
she trapped a mad-howling cat.
Baby taught that poor cat to strut
just outside of the dreary man's reach,
so each night on his rickety fence,
the cat came to yammer and screech.
Wee Baby would watch from the bushes,
laughing softly at each little yowl,
not knowing that the "Mean" Moe Lester
was plotting behind that deep scowl.
This story could go on forever,
but Moe Lester was smarter than that.
He hatched up a dastardly plan
that would soon put an end to that cat.
Moe Lester was good with his hands, you see,
and a bit too free with his wrath,
so late one night in the dark of the woods,
he cut down, and he shaped, a long staff.
The next night, he sprang from the shadows,
staff in hand, he was up to no good.
Thrusting and stabbing in his madness,
he beat poor Baby's puss with his wood.
He himself can't tell you the story...
seems the wrong people heard of his tale.
"Mean" Moe Lester is now 'waiting appeal
from inside of a local jail cell.
There's surely a moral to learn here,
but too late for Moe Lester... a pity.
"You can do what you want with your rod,
just don't do it with poor Baby's kitty."
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It's a bit off-kilter in rhythm, I know, but as I read about this contest, this idea popped into my head... Laughing, I knew I had to give it a shot.
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