You have been terrifying Mrs. Shife for days,
However, I am afraid it is time to change your ways.
I know you like your new home,
But you are giving my wife a panic syndrome.
The traps have been set,
And you will no longer be a threat.
I will be hailed as a hero,
The mouse population should return to zero.
It was a glorious morning as the mouse was caught,
I assumed ending his onslaught.
Outside he was tossed in the rubbish bin,
Our fingers crossed that there was no next of kin.
I know everything sounds super,
Unfortunately, yours truly committed quite a big blooper.
I went to retrieve the trap from the garbage can,
But the mouse was determined to extend his lifespan.
It just so happens that our rodent nuisance was only mostly dead,
It became quite clear when he launched out of the can like a nuclear warhead.
He darted left, then right making a path back to our domicile,
I thought, "Oh no! This is going to make Mrs. Shife quite volatile."
To make matters worse, this will be the first she is hearing of my stupor,
What do you think will happen to me in the future?
Thanks for stopping by.
Have a good week.
Loves the poem!ReplyDelete
Thank you, AK!!Delete
Your a poet! Good luck with the mouse. He knows a good home when he sees one!ReplyDelete
I do my best, Bonnie. We are hoping to find him a new home... soon.Delete
ay yi yi! nice poetry though.ReplyDelete
Thank you, anne marie in philly.Delete
Lol. Oh the pictures in my mind. Jethro Tull had a sweet song about one brown mouse. Perhaps you should take up singing about him.ReplyDelete
Maybe, Debby. I think my singing would definitely drive him away.Delete
How did it get out of the trap in the can?ReplyDelete
Yours truly, Mike. I released him from the trap and underestimated his jumping skills.Delete
Ugh! The first winter in this house, my husband caught about 50 mice in our basement. How disturbing is that? We had the deck replaced and discovered the tiny hole they were coming in.ReplyDelete
Yikes, Bijoux. Quite disturbing.Delete
We lived in an old house in the woods for thirty years, and learned to deal with mice. The woman who bought the house from us failed to heed warnings. My favorite outbuilding is kept locked, and she says it should only be accessed by a hazmat team, the mouse damage is so rampant.ReplyDelete
She should have listened, Joanne.Delete
Except for the fact that a mouse is loose in the house, that was fun!ReplyDelete
Oh no...I hope that you caught it/him/her?ReplyDelete
So far, so good, JM.Delete
Well, who knew you could write a poem about a house mouse?ReplyDelete
Hopefully we don't have them. I'm right there with your wife when it comes to mice, though.
All of these unearthed skills thanks to COVID, Sixpence.Delete
Hehe 😃😃 Regards:**ReplyDelete
Great writing, thanks for the laugh and good look with the mouse (mice) and the Mrs!ReplyDelete
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Thanks, Jeff. Welcome back. Hope the new move went well.Delete
We have mice outside but non have been smart enough to get inside yet... We trapped one once only by the tail. He was still quite much alive and Tony felt so bad to end it, that he took it in the alley and let it go. Good luck!ReplyDelete
Tony and I have similar feelings. Hope they keep staying outside, kden.Delete
that's why I have cats..although I do love your little poem...ReplyDelete
Thanks, Jackiesue. I wish we could get a cat but Mrs. Shife is allergic.Delete
# Mouse enters our house recently as well......
Thank you, Tanza. I hope the mouse doesn't stick around.Delete