The Trap Poem by Wesley Willis

In the night it was set for days and days
The trigger was dry the peanut butter was gone
The mouse had his treat the spring unsprung displays,
his skill of mastering treat-to-treat alone.

Pasting on the peanut butter or the cheese
thick and deep. Place the latch beneath the lever
kitties gone, so they come and go as they please
nibbling ever so gently, they are clever.

In the dim evening light, they have no fear
bouncing room to room beneath the sagging doors
Just a glimpse and they're gone, but you know they're near
living in the walls, and beneath the floors.

The squeak is gone that rodent won't get bigger
Tap the edge of the lever with your finger
and set it down gently, you have a hair trigger
Snap! The spring is sprung; its days are done to linger.