Once upon a moment rare
a flying mammal in despair,
did meet a maiden not so fair
who kicked his tiny derriere.
The bat had wandered in one night
into her home from lack of sight,
and caused her fright, she thought he’d bite,
so chose blind rage to set things right.
By bashing him about the room
with wild swats of stinging broom
she dazed then flushed him down the hole
into the plumbing beyond the bowl.
As lack of air did take its toll
and freed his drowning little soul,
this nature’s wonder of the night
alas was dead by morning light.
But very soon did cause a stink
and popped out from the kitchen sink
to give one pause and make one think
You can’t keep a good bat down the drink.
Yes it was wrong to cause him pain
then send him swirling down the drain.
For now his little ghost shall glare
from toilet seats and faucetware,
to haunt the maiden not so fair,
who kicked his tiny derriere,
he’ll seek revenge for what she’s done
for getting flushed is just not fun.
And in the end he’ll make her pay
I mean that in a literal way,
she’ll rue the night she picked that fight
as teeth find butt and sink in tight
his ghost will taste of victory sweet
as she runs screaming from the seat
with moral set to this story;
When bats fly in… just let them be.