May We Please Come In
Quartet of mice came to my front door
The general knocked, polite to the core.
May we please come in? He did implore.
They were apparently on a tour.
There is a problem I said to the four.
Is it just you or are there many more?
There is a tiny bit of lore.
If I let you in will there soon be more?
You probably heard that from the pigs at the store.
Maybe the old one. He is such a big boor.
If you let us in, we promise to soar.
And we’ll limit our multiplying to thirty-four.
So of course I opened the door,
Allowing in the mice I adore.
They are kind and respectful to a core.
And have limited their crew to thirty-four.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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