Occupation

The occupation There is a small house in the sticks of the Algarve It has been alone for a month and has taken the looks Of an ignored older man who needs to change his shirt Moreover, a hot shower. I take it mice have moved in feeding on my duvet, Moreover, I have to get rid of them don’t know-how I could gas them, but I’m no sadist, I could catch them One by one, release them in the woods but they will Remember the good life and return. I have to become concerning only mice can prove They have lived here the last ten generation are allowed In the rest, it will be expelled. I could see the Us air force, but they bomb everything In and ask question later. So, I have to be a Swedish liberal and embrace the mice. I digress as it is as I live on a traffic island and like to go Return home.