Mikey The Mole #1

Mikey the Mole came calling One sunny August day He had no respect for my flowers Got busy with no further delay My lovely roses have quit bloomin’ Mounds of dirt Mikey upward did shove He poked and prodded and ate My rose roots that I buried with love Did not matter that some of my roses Came from my brother’s garden when he died They mean a whole lot to me And my ‘specially prepared dirt I relied My husband has set a trap now Oh no, I don’t want Mikey to get hurt I’m hoping that he will move on And stop pushing up all of this dirt But, I guess that’s just mother nature Little creatures like this at times take a tole But I just wanted to share with you My problem with Mikey the Mole!