A bedtime story for Charissa...

A Mouse In The House

There is a mouse in the house…
I said to my friend,
And here is a story…
Of making amends!

The saga began
On a mid-winter day,
I set out a trap…
In the usual way.

Now…I’m not a cranky,
Angry old hag…
But he gnawed a big hole
In my favorite bag!

Ate the middle right out
Of three loaves of bread…
Then munched a big hole
In Teddy Bear’s head!

He didn’t stop there,
If only he had…
I might not have gotten
So gosh darn mad!

The cheesecake for brunch,
He adorned with his feet…
Then he danced on the chair
Decorating the seat!

I nailed shut the door,
To his tiny abode,
Not knowing…of course,
That no one was home!

Far from discouraged,
As I hoped he would be…
He decided to sleep
In my bed…with me !

Deep in the midst
Of a wonderful dream
I sensed an intruder…
And started to scream.

My eyes opened wide
And what did I see?
Two tiny brown eyes
Staring at me!

He stood on the tip
Of my quivering nose...
In his white fluffy cap
And teensy bedclothes.

I lay there in fear
Awaiting his bite…
Instead he just ran,
With all of his might.

In a flash he was gone
I couldn’t find where…
But under the covers
He’d left a note there.

A truce he proposed…
With one small concession,
I must let him live…
Among my possessions.

I considered his offer,
I admit with disdain…
But then I conceded,
It was time for a change.

So I drug out my dollhouse
And dusted if off…
I cleaned all the floors
And made the bed’s soft.

I then put a sign
On the tiny front door…
"Come home Mr. Mouse",
This I implore!

Soon he moved in
And low and behold…
Best buddies we’ll be
Until we’re both old.

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