Grinning like a Cheshire cat

in your fancy downtown flat

leaving me on your welcome mat

wishing I had a wooden bat

to squash you like a weasely rat

for denying your part in this belly fat

protectively I give the growing bump a pat

I loath how you can be like that

I turn to leave with a tip of my hat

Never again to fall for such a lousy gnat.

By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)