by Nick Gisburne
“So tell me, would you like a cup of tea?”
The governor is furtive, but polite
Reluctant to relax, because my fee
Demands a secret rendezvous at night
Developing a faltering rapport
The conversation quickly reaches rats
A menace far too urgent to ignore
He offers me a spreadsheet, filled with stats
Although he seeks assistance, on review
His figures are ambiguous at best
He knows, of course, exactly what I do
A piper far more focused than the rest
The rats are just a ruse, to which he’ll cling
Exterminating children is my thing
