Stix And Stones Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

your sticks, your stones
do break her bones

but its your words that cut her deep
you trash the mouse, you destroy her house
and yet its you she tries to keep

your should have, would have
leave her hanging
and now you break her heart

what's up with that, you mangy cat
what was your intent from the start

your sticks, your stones
gave her bruises
and she still waits here for you

not letting her go, not letting her know
the plans you want to ensue

your should have, would have
is enough for this mouse

as she lays here in your arms
she refuses to see, she refuses to be
affected by my sounding alarms

your sticks, your stones
have beat her down
and she waits for you to save her

but she'll wait no more, i've locked her door
you will no longer enslave her.