Vermin and Voles Will Come To Me Too
There is a tool box on my desk and it is full of good stuff
Scissors, masks, paper clips, cocoa mix, tree pencils so rough
Were I always run to and look first, my go-to-find-something place.
I would not be surprised to see green chickens from outer space.
Like the junk drawers we have at home my husband once said.
He chuckled too making fun of me, so he is lucky he is not dead.
I have another stash in the cupboard, something out of my house.
I can hear something in there chewing, I suppose it is a big mouse.
Rats may come too bringing raccoons and other wild kin.
I can see them hanging from my neck, biting me on the chin.
Vermin and voles will come to me in no particular order or way.
I am a pied piper of rodents, they find me simple and gay.
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