Hungry Humoresque
By Alex M
Published 26 September 2023
Listen! The boards are creaking.
Little rhythmic taps with purpose -
A drumroll fading, nay, rolling,
Ungentle, rabid things, furred cretins
Which hunger, oh so viciously.
They meet the room and scatter,
Snatching at a field of gold,
Ignoring all sense of chivalry.
Snap! The sounds of battle.
Metal beasts which lay in hiding,
Ensnared around the feast, attack.
A cacophony of squeals, in timing
With the endless cracking traps.
The fight is lost, ranks dividing,
The swarm scurries for their cracks-
A quick and bitter end to the uprising.