Monday, May 28, 2007

Monday Mission: Time to Rhyme

Today's mission: "Verse"

Midnight En"counter"
Your name is not "Mickey," oh no, it is not But last night on the kitchen counter I caught You under a plastic food storage container And your fate now just couldn't be plainer. Midnight banishment to the out-of-doors Though ideally I would, of course, Have driven you 5 miles away from here Or fed you to a cat (too cruel, I fear.) No more will you leave little "souvenirs" By the trap you regarded with mocking and jeers That trap, on the floor of the canning room now set, Will entice your daughters and sons, I bet. And when, finally, your whole &*%%@#! family is caught And similarly banished, I promise I will not Hesitate to wield my caulking gun And once-and-for-all end your kitchen-raiding fun!

14 comments:

Mary G said...

Sorry, giggle, snicker, can't make my fingers work well, snort, because I'm laughing too dern hard. Snort.
Love it!

NotSoSage said...

Nicely executed. Um, I mean...of course, you're too nice for that.

We've got some furry friends too, unfortunately. As cruel as it seems, our cat is a very good mouser and I figure it's survival of the fittest, right?

theflyingmum said...

MaryG: aw, thanks!
Sage: I am actually all-for the 'survival of the fittest' method of mouse control, as long as it happens while I'm asleep or otherwise oblivious. And we have a candidate (who I will introduce to the blogosphere later) but I don't think she's too keen on mice... Also, the summer that TFH was away, I did finally have to resort to execution. But I don't like it.

Mad Hatter said...

We get about 1 a year. You'd think that if one gets in, then the deluge, but no. Sorry you had to deal with it. Yuck. It makes for a fun poem, though.

Sober Briquette said...

We had a mouse that was determined to live in our gas grill. I caught it and moved it to the woods every day for a week.

theflyingmum said...

Sober Briquette: You got that right! If this one was smart enough to avoid the "humane trap" full of peanut butter and sunflower seeds - it'll be back. And if it is, and I can catch it again, it'll be going for a loooooong car ride (or meet the feline fate...)

raehan said...

I'm afraid we are not as kind as you to our Mickey's. Though we've only caught a few.

Very charming poem!

tongue in cheek said...

I fear the same end will come to the sons and daughters of this dead little raider.

Poor little unwanted mouse not named Micky...You think they would all go to Hollywood and try to seek fame instead of cheese.

Beck said...

Mice, schmice. We live next to a heavily treed lot and dozens of mice flee to our house during the winter - where they are killed by our ever-present trapline. Poor mice.

Sara said...

eeeeeeew :)

but nicely said

Beck said...

To answer your question at my place - you need to install sitemeter!

Jennifer said...

Eeeek! (Pun intended, though it is a bad one, LOL.) But a very cute "verse". I'm all for letting creatures be creatures and doing their thing but there is something about a mouse in the house... Eek! ;)

-- Jennifer (Faking It)

bubandpie said...

Hehe. I really like the way &*%%@#! fits so well into the anapestic metre of this verse, flying mum!

theflyingmum said...

Ooooo, and ana"pest"ic meter is totally appropriate here, no?
Thanks!