Trespassers Must Pay!

I thought I saw a mouse.
It ran behind the heater.
My daughter jumped and screamed so loud
I thought I'd have to beat her!

I grabbed the kitchen mop.
My son, he grabbed the broom
but all we did was scare the thing
and chase it from the room.

I guess I'm not too helpful
when I'm standing on the chair
but I'm not going near that room
until it's out of there!

I hate the change of seasons
because it never fails.
There's bound to be the visits
from their tiny little tails.

I know it's mean to say this
but I've set a nasty trap.
The one sound that I love to hear
is that vicious little.....
SNAP!


For all you ''mousy lovers''
forgive my evil ways
but trespassers are trespassers
and here....trespassers pay!

by Mary Nagy

Comments (8)

EEEEEEK! Great pace in this, though a little sad for me as I love these little creatures. Glad that you set up this write though.Love Duncan
Oh Mary would you like me to send you Amber Casper or Billy, they are all good mousers but Casper is the best. I too have so many mouse stories I could write a book on them. Your poem is great the flow just makes you feel for the tiny little rodent a great write cheers Sylvie
LOL! 'Mary Nagy, mean mouse-murderer'. Ha ha ha! ! Great fun. Gina.
Good on ya Mary - I thought this was funny and light despite Uriah's coments
This poem makes me sad, Mary.
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