Dead Rats In The Ice Box

Two dead rats neatly wrapped
In white cardboard boxes
The sort cream cakes come in

"Oh that's OK" smiled Sally
She was a 'counsellor' you understand
And grudging science teacher
In the little school for
'bad' children

One of the defrosted rats
Male
Made a lesson for the boys
Scalpel in the left hand
Tweezers in the right
Pinching tweaking
"This is the penis"
"These are the testicles"
Lifting twisting the dead tissue
With deft considered nips

"Can we see the she rat?"
"Maybe another day"
Another day never came
The rats were thrown away
Sally wasn't but left
And moved on to older men