The Mouse
I share this house, with a mouse,
it is fat and sleek.
From the cat, it has escaped,
twice within one week.
So I set a trap, which didn't go off.
Now under the stove,
it is hiding, and growing fat,
Because it's full of my scoff.
Part 2
It was in the dead of the night,
the cat got a fright.
As the trap went off with a smack,
breaking the mouses back.
So alas the mouse is no more,
When he had the chance,
he should have gone out the door.
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