Mouse(r)

w c

Mouse(r)

 

For every mouse that I caught

There were five that escaped

And so after further thought

I bought some poison bait

 

There were bodies here and there

Of those that had grown sick

And victory I declared

Though knew they’d come back quick

 

I saw some poop that others left

And war I then declared

With my new family pet

On the scene now and prepared

 

Before long the mice were gone

With the mouser at his leisure

Resting on his laurels

And grown fat from little creatures

 

To control the mice I thought twice

Of the best possible way

But the mouser had grown fat

And the mice ran and played

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 29th, 2018 00:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write w c. We've had cats like the one in the pic.

    • w c

      Thanks, orchidee. i believe that's a grey tabby. My current cat is a yellow tabby. Each are lots of fun!



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