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I AM THE HOUSE MOUSE
Beneath old floorboards I reside,
from where I wander far and wide
I climb cavities in each wall
taking great care so I don’t fall.
The family here are Jack and Jill
and a baby by name of Bill.
There also is an old tomcat
called Felix and he’s really fat
so he can’t squeeze into my place.
But I can creep into his space.
When he’s asleep his tail I’ll bite
then quickly off and out of sight.
Tonight Felix is staying out
so in safety I roam about.
I see what Jill’s bought at the shop
and left spread on the kitchen top.
As small mammal I feed and feed.
This is for need and not for greed.
My favourite is the loose wrapped bread
as from its crust the crumbs are shed.
I eat them and they are filling.
By accident I leave dropping.
Now this may give my game away
when it’s found by Jill with dismay.
Suddenly she lets out a scream.
Methinks this is a bit extreme.
Seems she is shocked to see a turd.
Jack is outside; her scream he’s heard.
He comes and says “It is mouse poo.
Oh, darling dear what shall we do?”
He starts to set a trap for me
baited with bit of dried up Brie.
But I am wise and this will fail.
I am the mouse he’ll never nail.
I’ll wind him up, see what he’ll do
so I then leave a trail of poo.
Jack and Felix won’t catch this mouse.
I still reside in this old house.
Copyright ©
Tony Hargreaves
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