Mike
Mike is fat;
Fatter than a lazy cat.
He eats all day;
He even eats hay.
He lives in the slums;
He is surrounded by bums.
The river is froze;
So he has to use a hose.
To get a bath;
Everyone will laugh.
He has no house;
But he has a pet mouse.
He lives in a box;
It’s held down by rocks.
He finds his food on the road;
It’s usually not enough for a toad.
There is an abandoned house;
Big enough for him and his mouse.
He sits there and cries;
Until the day he dies.
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