The Reprieve

Well half past midnight
about a quarter to three
a grey rat nibbles
on a stale block of brie
He would prefer a slight smidgen
of a fire braised pigeon
but according to his religion
he can only drink pee
So he pissed in a cup
and drank it right up
and knelt at the altar
on one bended knee
He asked for a pardon
before his sins fully harden
and the good god of nonsense
granted reprieve