Listen up mice!

When you invade my home

you are about as cute

as the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man.

 

Yes, your soldiers have followed us

from Chicago, to Washington D.C.

and now to our home, our safe haven

in the City of Brotherly Love

We are not Brothers you and I.

 

My cousin says

I should get out my flute

pipe you right out

cackling gleefully

as you march to your doom.

 

My girlfriend’s Babchi

found your weakness.

“Bacon, dental floss, snap trap.”

Others agree. Death for you

should be sudden, swift,

unceremonious.

 

Your scratching, sniffing

scurrying, spying,

has turned this peacemaker

into a killer. I agree

with what Susan said,

“The only good mouse,

is a dead mouse.”

R.I.P. Mickey.

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NaPoWriMo 2013: Day 29

Process Note: Built from Facebook comments about my war with the mice.