You will Pay!

The last period was set,

And Rusty about to take his last sip.

"Rat!"

The teacup slipped.

Big, brown eyes, almost black,

Were growing even bigger.

A stare contest,

And Smartie, the winner,

Bit into Rusty's finger.

Red drops joined the ink,

And in an eye's blink,

Glasses were falling en masse.

Crooked Smile flipped out

As he appeared at the crime's scene:

"Broom. Bin. Clean!"

Rusty waved with the teacup

For the rat to see.

"Okay, your victory.

But next time, you will pay!"

The worst part?

A must was a second draft.

Oh, yes, how it would start,

Rusty already knew:

"You think, you're feeling blue?

Then listen to this old shoe..."