A Man and His Mouse

There was an old man, who lived in a house. And had a friend, a dainty brown mouse. The man would wake, to the sun on his face, And a mouse in a hole, with a trap in its place. The man one day, woke up to a shock, The mouse had escaped, and found a cheese block. The old man shouted, a face scarlet red, For the mouse had chewed, the posts of his bed. He stormed to the kitchen with a rage and a hurry, To find a fat mouse, with a face full of worry. ‘You get out my house, you darned little rat!’ He said to the mouse, whilst holding his bat. The mouse replied, with a squeaky tone, ‘Please hurt me not sir, this place is my home!’ The angry old man, upon hearing that voice, Was surprised on having to make a choice. Shall the mouse stay, and accompany him, Or shall it be banished, to elements so grim. Luckily to say, for the small brown mouse, The old man said, ‘I’ve a three bed house’. ‘I’ve lived on my own, for a long enough time, Eating my meals, and drinking my wine. If you want to become, a permanent resident, Feel free, my friend, for that would be excellent!’ The only thing, that I ask of you please, Is that you no longer, nibble at my cheese’. The mouse with a smile, had found his home, a three bed house, in which he could roam. The trap was removed, and the pair made a team, The mouse on a diet, of grapes, and cream. A friendship was born, an old man and his mouse, Who lived together, in his three bedroom house.