A House with No Cheese

Once upon a time, there lived a finicky mouse,
Who spent his days searching a particular house,
For a worthwhile sign of some delectable cheese,
But he could never find this delicious food with ease.

At last, he grew tired of his improbable plan
Of searching the house with a simple scan;
Into cupboards and drawers, he decided to dig
In search of the food, or something else big.

But hard as he tried, he still found no cheese,
Nor a food scrap or morsel, try as he please!
This house without food made so little sense –
Why would a mouse pay such an expense?

So the finicky mouse had to look elsewhere –
There clearly wasn’t any delicious food there.
He left that strange abode with nothing to eat
And searched for food in the middle of the street…

Then a few blocks away, he found a garbage can,
And in it he found every scrap known to man.
But the cheese he found there was smelly and old;
From not being eaten, it had developed mold.

A creature such as this can scavenge from people;
A mouse can live comfortably, plainly and simple.
But sometimes, the humans know there’s a mouse
And lock away the food that’s inside their house!

That finicky mouse will likely not fail,
But the dignity of people must also prevail!
The moral of this story is prevention’s a must;
Those who are clueless will boom, and then bust…