Author Carl Rakosi It is customary to rave about poetry.Why don't you?You tapped the championon the shoulder,country boy,and broke his ankle.Out crept my cowering mouse.Beat it, you crummy beast,before we're discovered! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments