I was badly challenged by a rigid mole
Who near my bathroom, made a deep hole
I bought some cement and few bricks
Since I could understand her tricks
Every morning I found my drain soiled
The little creature had really toiled
To clean the drain became my first duty
Perhaps she wanted to destroy its beauty
I had thought of her before I cemented
Her hole for it my heart really lamented
Her safe escape from the drain hole
Made so much happy to me and my sole
To kill her had never been my intention
It is not our right I wanted to mention
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