A Poem:
To the Mouses in these Houses
To the mouses in these houses, I have to be frank,
You're sudden arrival has left us feeling below rank.
It's not that you mean to, I do understand.
But you've taken our space, and that is not grand.
Your scurries and munching are not quiet in the least,
Are you already eating your Thanksgiving feast?
I must ask you to leave, but that would be trite,
As you have made this your home, without an invite.
Please hear me out, it's not that we hate you.
You're small and you're cute, if I have to be true,
But we can't take no more! I'm drawing the line!
These houses aren't yours. Their his and their mine.
I'm begging and pleading, down on my knees,
"Please go away! Please, please please!"
To the mouses in these houses, my final request,
Is that you'll leave us alone and give us some rest.
