The Snap of the Trap

The Snap of the Trap

Why does my wife so hate the mouse
Who took up quarters in our house?
He eats so little and lives so quiet,
I’m a bit unnerved to see just why it
Must be killed, but she's not kidding,
And Hubby's bound to do her bidding.

So I’m directed to “kill the beast”
(My heart’s not in it in the least).
I set the trap to seal his doom
In the corner of our pantry room.

I shudder to think of the treacherous trap,
The innocent mouse, the dreadful snap,
The morsel of cheese, his stifled breath;
He wanted dinner but met his death.

It worries me how this innocent life
So abruptly taken has pleased my wife.
She goes to sleep all light and breezy.
I toss and turn, a bit uneasy.
I said good night with some hesitation,
Might I be next for annihilation?

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