The Mouse In My House Poem by Phil Soar

A little whiskered critter with an attitude quite hard
Was running through the undergrowth, in my small back yard
It caused a lot of mayhem when it broke into my house
And there it stayed for 3 odd years, that tiny little mouse

It ate me out of house and home, and enjoyed every minute
I often found my boxed up food, with lots of chewed holes in it
It left me little droppings, so I could trace it's whereabouts
And though I left the traps out, there was never any doubts

That mouse was oh so agile, as it stepped upon that trap
I never heard it's movements, or heard the thing go snap
And everywhere it went, it squeaked, just to let me know
That it would always follow me, wherever I might Go