There's a rodent in a distance

It seems the nuisance of a rat,

had done what a damage,

of inconsiderate measurable amount

as it grew its weight to a disgusting fat.

What a destruction it has left from its ravage.

We make no sense of its modus operandi,

At a whim it changes its masterplan.

not to try to understand it but its work we'll undermine.

We shall drown it in bitter brandy.

Whisky shall join us fashioned in blood-spilled clan.

Traps we lay,

in its tribute a statue

 of its craftiness mold in clay.

Unfortunately its end will be met with brute.

Spare the sin,

It'll demand for a piggy back.

Spare the request,

Out you come from its dingy crack.

Hark, its too early to sing.

Wait for the sounding CLACK

of the trap.

In whisky we will celebrate.