R.I.P. Little Mouse – 10/31/2014
It wasn’t really a gun salute
That proclaimed the rodent death
But the snap that rang out left no refute
This mouse was out of breath.
Of course, twas the peanut butter they said,
That caused his rather quick demise.
It tempted his palate, and then to his dread
The clapper hit square between his eyes.
In the end the mouse was left eternally
Reposed with ripened fragrant trash.
A place of dreams, a mouse buffet
Left out for his ethereal bash.