The saucy mouse said tit,
The sassy rat said tat;
Seductive in the kitchen,
Lady de la Roquefort, sitting pat.
The gnawing was ferocious,
Le dame delicious, too;
Enamored with their gnawing,
They gnawed till they were bleu.
(A classic case of biting off
More than you can chew.)
No sign of consternation, no inkling of chagrin,
No reining in of hubris—O overweening sin!
(By Zeus! Such uninvited cheeky din
Was doomed to do our duo in.)
His catnap abruptly truncated by the ruckus,
Our couch potato Tom exclaimed
Sounds like hocus-pocus woke us!
With drat and drat and double-drat,
That’s quite enough of this and that,
He went gumshoeing to the kitchen.
Brazen raiding scoundrels out-of-bounds
Ravishing our Lady Roquefort!
To arms! To arms!
And with that, dear denizens of the land
Of cheesy fictions, his Tommy gun
Cut the knaves down
To modest wedges,
Just like that.