THE LITTLE BADGER
There once was a Badger on the street,
He was cute and hungry so I offered him meat.
He refused my offer and looked for some coke,
So I found him a soda fountain but it broke.
I was Highly disappointed at myself and seeing him frown,
His wet eyes were glistening green and brown.
I felt so terrible I attacked a pizza man,
In midst of mauling him I was hit by a van.
The little Badger came by my side.
He licked my nose and as I died.
He said to me, "I'll seek revenge and bite off his face",
And off he went into the distance without a trace.
The little Badger said his "goodbyes",
The issue of coke never arised.
The moral of the story would have to be:
Watch out for vans because one killed me.
THE END