Raccoon

a short and sorry poem about the demise of a raccoon

I laughed at a coon that was trapped in a trap
It's poor little leg had been caught
It squirmed and it writhed and I started to cry
Because I was laughing so much
So I knelt down beside it, my joy; could not hide it
And I gave it a hard punch
It lunged and it squirmed, but I wasn't deterred
I enjoyed watching it suffer too much
As I walked away, I turned to say...
"Bet it sucks to be you"
And I left the coon, to meet it's doom
Then I went and I ate lunch