One chilly fall afternoon
A stealthy plan did emerge.
My friend, of death, he did croon,
Until I felt the urge
And quick enjoined heart-cold risk
Sealed by firmly pounded fist.
I rose: formula in hand.
Fate bound to my enemy
In silence we did disband.
One embrace he gave to me.
I did blubber in stark fear
And chugged one last ice-cold beer.
Darkness fell. My heart did pound.
The plan, I had to enact.
I stepped outside and looked around/
My fate was sealed. That’s a fact.
I spied my foe; he saw me.
He tried to climb yon oak tree.
I grabbed him firm with my right hand.
Saw his mouth with pearly teeth.
“Open wide,” I did demand.
In panic, in disbelief,
I bashed him on his mean head,
Then left him there, as one dead.
Home, I fell into my chair.
Evil deed was surely done.
“Poor me,” I cried in despair.
My hand did bleed: I’m undone.
For Jack, the Cat, my hand clawed.
I’m caught. The plan was flawed.