Blank Slate
Yesterday the mice had full reigns of the house
In every corner a set of beady eyes looked on
The rodeo of mice soon grew up to be a bad mouse
We tried lassoing them but all they do is spawn
Nothing could stop the womanizer to cease
We'd put traps and cages out throughout the floor
But the big bad mouse would steal the cheese
And look back at our family, laughing for more
The kids gave nickname to the king and queen
Their names were Squeaky and Freaky for sure
For both were noisy and ugly and kept causing a scene
Yet if only there was a cure to make our home secure
We needed professional help to stop the nightmares
We needed to escape the wild wild west at our feet
Please, please mice find another rodeo and musical chairs
For we plead in regaining our good dreams and be complete
The ordeal finally came to a screeching stop and blockade
For the pros came to our house and put out some bait
It may have cost dearly to settle, for I have paid
Today the dust has cleared and we have a blank slate
2/15/23
This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2023
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