The Mouse Who Stayed For Supper

I imagine him with tiny Louis Vuitton luggage Scurrying scuttling setting up house Unpacking his matchbox belongings Into my kitchen ceiling tiles The mouse who stayed for supper A bit of a distraction while trying to type He cares not if he interrupts my morning tea He's obviously absent minded and late for an appointment Always in a rush forgetting something or another Having to backtrack overhead and overheard No less than two hundred twenty two times a day Traipsing the length of the room, me at rope's length end He's a bit brazen lately, this fast footed foreigner Twice now dare-deviled dashed past the drowsy cat And with acrobatic agility avoided the always on-guard dog I'll confess his only reason accomplishing this feat, At best, my fed too generously pets obese And they prefer slumber to slaughter I allowed him headway when frost bit hard But now nibbling obnoxious, he needs to find a garden Leave the rafters of my rooms And meet up with chipmunk punks hiding in the hyacinth My patience thin, his pitter patter prancing Sounding more like marathon country line dancing The mouse who stayed for supper Who am I kidding... I'll not chase him out Nor set inhuman homicidal traps To capture him in peanut butter bondage Word on the streets, the girl's too sweet To cancel the lease of any homeless stay Who stows away, seeking munchies and mercy Quite okay if he stays..luggage and all Traversing my halls, I'll get used to the noise And would probably stay up nights worrying what became of The mouse who stayed for supper Should he decide to dine eleswhere