A little change from posting up songs.

There was once, a house that stood.
The roof dilapidated, and the door made of rotting wood.
No one lived in that house,
But one day a visitor came in the form of a mouse.

His name was Predator.
When people said his name, they thought of a janitor
That would dust the medals
Just in case they got meddled.

He opened the door
And cockroaches flooded all over the floor.
Predator leapt in fright
And after, ran into the night.

The next day Predator came back.
He had resumed the courage he once lacked.
So he opened the door of wood
And there, a fat woman stood.

'Get out of my house, sir!' she cried.
But he couldn't move, even if he tried.
The fat woman moved in closer and closer
And closer and closer.

ALAS! She pulled out a knife
And Predator's heartbeat was in strife.
And as the point came closer to him
His manners all suddenly became proper and prim.

'Good day Madam,' Predator said.
Which he once said to the woman his father wed.
'Will you please let me go?'
'You know what the answer is, and that is no.'

Predator had suddenly began to cry
When he realised that he craved for some pie.
'Madam, may I please have a giant pie?'
'No, for I'm afraid you might lie.'

The fat woman took him to an oven
Where he saw, mice like him by the dozen.
He gaped his eyes in surprise
And the fat woman stared at him as if he were a prize.

Dollar signs had appeared in her eyes
And Predator seems to look less like a guy
And more like a girl as he looks at that oven
And remembers his home, back at the coven.

The woman picks Predator up
And chucks him in the oven, where he finds a glass cup.
Predator, being a coward, threw the cup away
And there suddenly appeared, a road showing the way.

It had light!
And was very bright.
Different to that darkness back in the oven
Where dead mice lay in dozens.

The road led to Las Vegas
And a lot of people were letting off gas
As Predator slowly scuttled along
The road, which seemed so long.

Finally, he arrived.
It felt like he had been revived.
He grew a beer gut
And kept a small mutt.

He died of old age while playing poker.
The last card he drew was of the joker.
Though he never told anyone else,
That was the secret to his bad health.





FINISHED

SORRY IT'S SO LONG












Bloo.