I am Fat

Not a choice
that was made
I did not ask
though I got
I suspect it could be
just plainly my lot

A mouse, maybe two
no really it's true
They tempt and entice
a weakness, these mice

A man or A mouse
age old and is told
Of the strong, Of the weak
Of the bold, Of the meek

I reflect on the master
a man in his right
The walls he built with plaster
housing weakness every night

Yes, fat as I can be
I execute a nightly quest
precision, skill and ecstasy
earn the whole next day of rest

So, this my fat tail
one last point to prevail

a storied event

As darkness did befall
the end satisfies most
For in this GREAT HALL
of mice, and of men

about this I can host

Weren't the former shown weak,
but the latter running eek!

But

This is a story
of me being fat
not to be confused with
the dim-witted glory
of being
A Cat