Every once in a while something happens to make you gape

Because it is so extraordinary - you feel you gotta tape

Your mouth shut, for fear of then saying something wrong

And yet the need to get it out is so very, very strong



And so you do, and watch then as other jaws gape open

And the silence is so jarring, the pins drop, stoking

Your belief you've let the cat now run out of the bag

And watch as it scurries off on all four paws to snag



An unsuspecting mouse you saw earlier scampering around

And then the rumbles start low in your belly and abound

Is there something you could have done to keep this rite

From evolving the way it has, other than querying tight?



- Tristram