I Met a Little Mouse Today

So there was this mouse. There's another one now, too, but first there was just one. Mice are not something you want in your house, but here this mouse was, running to and fro through my kitchen as soon as things would quiet down for the night. So I bought a couple traps. I set the traps, put some expired pumpkin seed butter on them, and went to bed. When I woke up they were licked clean. 

I reset the traps, same way, and the same thing happened. Licked clean. Little bastard. So I looked up the best way to set a mouse trap. I found a video on YouTube that told me that the best bait to use was a Tootsie Roll. Candy! So sticky that it can't be licked off. I tried it that evening, set two traps with half a Tootsie Roll each, and within fifteen minutes a trap snapped. Mouse was dead. 

I felt a little bad. I had heard the snap and went in the kitchen to look. The trap was flipped over, the little mouse twitching and pissing himself. In less than thirty seconds it was over. Maybe it was shorter, but time seemed to drag on as I watched his little legs scramble to get free. Maybe he was still conscious, terrified. Maybe it was a reflexive reaction, neurons firing randomly. I hope it was just that. 

Anyway, clearly an impression was made on me. It lingered through the next day, and as I was going about my business the seed of a poem was planted in my head. So I attended to it. And here's the result, a poem, by me: I Met a Little Mouse.

I met a little mouse today,

His coat was soft and gray,

I met a little mouse today,

He asked if I could play,

I met a little mouse today,

I said, “Please go away!”

I met a little mouse today,

He settled in to stay.

I saw that little mouse today,

He nibbled on my toes,

I saw that little mouse today,

He danced across my nose,

I saw that little mouse today,

He chewed holes in my clothes!

I saw that little mouse today,

That mouse has got to go.

I killed a little mouse today,

He could not comprehend,

I killed a little mouse today,

That cheese would be his end, 

I killed a little mouse today,

His neck will never mend!

I killed a little mouse today,

And lost a little friend.

And there you are! Hopefully you like it, and if not, meh. My girlfriend saw another mouse last night. I might have to write another poem in the morning.