There's a mouse at my house
what am I to do?
There's a mouse at my house
I hope there's not two.
The mouse at my house
appears to be quite sick.
But he's long and gray
with a body quite thick.
He twitched his nose
and frightened my dog,
who began to bark
there was no fog.
Wibble saw it all
and the mouse saw us, too
But when I made a move towards it,
away it flew
Into the storage area
where I keep all my boxes.
Oh, how I wish I had
a couple of foxes.
Who I'm sure would enjoy
a lovely rodent dinner.
But as for me,
I'm going to get thinner.
For the idea of a mouse at my house
makes me feel queasy.
I probably couldn't enjoy even a pizza,
all hot and cheesy.
Tomorrow I will tell
the manager of my plight,
who hopefully can cure
my dog of its fright.
For I am not going
into my storage area alone.
I can't even watch the mouse
without a call on the phone.
I called my mom and Yvonne,
and left a message for Andy.
God, I hope there's no mutant mice
in there getting randy.
For a nest of mutant mice
would not be much fun.
But I hope the men at my apartment
can get this problem good and done.
1 comment:
I have to admit that on my birthday last year, there was a dead mouse in my sink. My apartment sure knows how to give crappy birthday gifts.
Of course, the meeses are are a little more common in New York than in Clear Lake.
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