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 I am 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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