Intervention

I don’t like to share my house
With rodents, so if you’re a mouse
Or rat (or any muridae)
Don’t ask if you can stay with me.
My hospitality knows bounds
So if your species makes the sounds
That writers often render “squeak”
Please stay where I can’t hear you speak.
It’s not compassion that I’m lacking,
Just that when I find you snacking
In my kitchen, uninvited,
I can’t help but get excited.
By the way, we have a cat.
I can’t believe you’re cool with that!
If she finds out you’re taking food
From her supply, well, she’ll be rude,
And that’s on you, so don’t be shocked.
You’re leaving? Great. I’m glad we talked.

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About Michael

Silliness is good
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3 Responses to Intervention

  1. Judy says:

    If a poem rids your home of a rodent we need a poem to rid our yard of a bunny rabbit whose droppings are killing our lawn.

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