The Giant Mice Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

The cats with the mantle of guards at the African giant jailhouse are in dispute
In a bloody tasty orgy of who is best fit for selection to steer the wheels;
Riding the cart in a new transition for another sentence for a four year term
And though none of them has precedential cart riding qualifications,
Still, they push and shove to whose cat the fate of these giant mice is basted

But danger looms and ominously too no matter with whom the motherland rides:
First in pecking is the quiet ruler, lion; guilty for his villainy by association
Next cart is of the captain jackal; known to have been starved, tasty for bloody
Principled leopard is next; his religion inclination, openly anti free willed mice
Then there are less known others, though feline, equally dangerous

And now, impatience has ran what was gentlemanly jostling thin
And the stolen fortune, their strength, the cats has amassed and stashed
Is now being put to use in an open wrestle, brawl, bombing and, or hooliganism
The key to the cage is damaged, the door barely holding, the mice are in danger
Who I plea, please would be on hand to bail this colony of castrated giant mice?