Chester may be large
he may be fat.
But he sure is
my favorite rat.
He loves my shoulder.
He's so at ease.
Everywhere I go
he's sure to please.
Then at night
when I lay to rest,
He begins his job
of being a pest.
Go to sleep I say.
Go to sleep right now.
But like that rat
he takes a bow!
He continues to play
he continues to romp.
Until I get up
and then I stomp.
He isn't scared.
He doesn't hide.
He climbs the cage
with his eyes open wide.
He's hard to resist,
and hard to ignore.
I reach in to pet him
as he stretches for more.
I love my Chester,
even when he's loud.
For he is my large rattie.
He makes me so proud.
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