Mime: Before you read the poem, I would like to make one VERY IMPORTANT
fact clear: I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC!!!! (For God's sake, I'm only in Middle
School) I got the idea for this poem from one of Lois Duncan's books,
(check 'em out if you like horror) Daughters of Eve. In Daughters of Eve,
one of the characters breeds alcoholic rats for her science fair project.
She's trying to prove that people actually inherit alcoholic genes. Just to
be safe, I'm putting a-
Disclaimer: I don't own alcoholic rats, or Daughters of Eve.
Now that's all cleared up, onward to the poem! Oh yeah, this is a limerick.

"The Alcoholic Rat"
Ukkrain was an alcoholic rat
His front teeth constantly made a "rat-a-tat-tat"
He'd jump into an abyss
And shout, "Oh, what bliss!"
Before dining on blood of bat.