“Am dying to be slim”, the rat had said. Life listened grimly.
A rat rotund felt bereft
been bemoaning his plight
of being fat. Didn’t look left
skipped as well looking right
He stepped into traffic
met a fate most dire:
an end grisly graphic
crushed by a truck’s tire
When found at daybreak
he had been flattened slim
by friends in heartbreak
sort of happy for him
Be careful how you use hyperbole
it may just turn into reality!