No Crime

It was just a mood,

But the idea felt so good.

Boredom was, you see,

Rusty Rooster's worst enemy.

Certainly, mayoral candidates would dream big dreams;

None of them would come true.

For a start, he'd ask them for an interview.

And certainly, it was no crime

To be bad at standing on the sidelines.

Still, in Ricky Rat's tent the wanderer sat.

Soon, the Hills' chief editor would take a nap.

It wasn't even noon.