The Mouse

Sneaky, quivering little mouse I didn't think that you were in my house Then I looked and there you were With your little pink tail and your gray fur I heard your scratching in my bedroom wall Hoping you were the wind and not real at all But there you are just standing over there You see me as I saw you, so I grab a chair. Brave, forward little vermin Should I shout and curse you with my own sermon Then I will end it all by throwing my shoe As I hope to scare or even better yet killing you You will keep me awake the rest of the night As I hear your scratching and I'll wonder with fright Where and if I will see you ever again But that is a choice of mine, and yours is when. Greedy, scavenging little beast You come into my house to defecate and feast Inside my walls I now hear your gnawing Now upon my floor I see you crawling I see no need or use in you at all As I hear you scampering and searching behind my wall You come to my home as a uninvited guest Indeed you are a nasty, unwanted pest. Sneaking, sniffing little rodent Your life to me isn't that important As I watch you scamper on my kitchen floor In my house and in my walls I want you no more I wonder why you need to exist So I will lay my traps so your nuisance will not persist You disgusting, filthy, horrible little mouse I want you out of my life and also my house. Randy L. McClave