I thought I saw a mouse.
It ran behind the heater.
My daughter jumped and screamed so loud
I thought I'd have to beat her!
I grabbed the kitchen mop.
My son, he grabbed the broom
but all we did was scare the thing
and chase it from the room.
I guess I'm not too helpful
when I'm standing on the chair
but I'm not going near that room
until it's out of there!
I hate the change of seasons
because it never fails.
There's bound to be the visits
from their tiny little tails.
I know it's mean to say this
but I've set a nasty trap.
The one sound that I love to hear
is that vicious little.....
SNAP!
For all you ''mousy lovers''
forgive my evil ways
but trespassers are trespassers
and here....trespassers pay!
Mary Nagy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trespassers-must-pay/
