The Mouse In The House Poem by Phil Soar

Tormented by the ghosts and poltergeists, I sat at home
Wondering if I had gone mad, sitting here alone
The noises coming from the loft, had given me the creeps
Who knows what lurks up there tonight, or how I get some sleep?

I tried my best to settle down, but still the sounds occurred
A fog of sorts enveloped me, my vision became blurred
I tried to turn the lights on, but the wires had all been cut
Strange smells were now emitting from my twitching ample butt

No sign of help from anywhere, I was a shaking wreck
Trembling, I was sweating, and had goose bumps on my neck
And then I saw the culprit, who was running through the house
Not a ghost or poltergeist, but just a tiny mouse

I had to then control myself from letting out a shriek
I closed my eyes a little bit, and then I took a peak
Sitting on the table, with a piece of Edam cheese
Was that mouse from in the loft, and looking rather pleased

I then plucked up the courage, to lay a little trap
But as I stood and walked away, I felt the need to crap
I went up to the toilet, and much to my dismay
The mouse had beat me to it, and flushed itself away!