Chasing the Mouse
There was a mouse who liked to roam,
Because he didn’t have a home;
But he checked around and found one nice,
That had all the comforts needed to suffice.
Now the man of the house didn’t like mice,
He agreed with the thought they weren’t very nice;
So he went to town and bought a gun,
And brought it home to have some fun.
The man of the house had a cat named Kitty,
She had spots and wasn’t too pretty;
So Kitty saw the mouse and tried to pounce,
But the mouse saw Kitty and tried to bounce.
Now the mouse was starved but found some cheese,
But the cheese he found made him sneeze;
The sneeze was so loud the man came running,
But the mouse went to hide because he was cunning.
The man ran with his gun right through the door,
While the mouse kept running around the floor.
He cocked his gun and shot at the mouse,
And the smoke from the gun filled the whole house.
But the mouse kept running filled with surprise,
Because all the man hit were blue bottle flies.
And Kitty the cat was scared out of her wits,
She went down to the basement and threw some fits.
Now the man was upset and not having fun,
So he called the poor mouse a son of a gun;
But the mouse was glad with no reason to be sad,
For the man with the gun was really mad.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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