Mouse
There's a mouse in the
house and it's taken over like an unruly spouse. No matter what you do and no matter what you say
it decides when to come out to play and always figures out how to get
away. It's like a slave that misbehaves
and is never going to obey and so you become the molded clay formed out of
whatever it has
defined as being on your mind.
It plans and it plots
and has never got shot and so there is no carcass that's begun to rot. It's not a dim memory about which you've
forgot and so you've been saddled with a battle that you've yet to begin to
win. There's the talk of gossip that's
blowing in the wind and so you've decided not to let any of the neighbors
in. It's even been said that you've seen
the mouse grin as it dances to the fat lady's violin and all of this is to your
chagrin!
A capture would bring
rapture but all you seem to hear is laughter from the rafters. The more it scurries the more you hurry and
the more you worry. There is no curfew
as long as you think that it's laughing at you!
You stare at the mousetrap while drinking a nightcap while it doesn't
even sneeze at the big hunk of cheese and so you've never realized the mistake
of it nibbling on your steak and so it continues having fun while consuming
that which is well done. You've fallen
asleep reading the Sunday comics while dreaming that you were the pun. Have you ever noticed that it never really runs?
At its peak it might
let out a little squeak but that's just to let you know of its daring while
getting you to swearing and so it is that you've again lost your bearings and
as a matter of fact you still don't know where it's at! Do you remember the last time you took to a
baseball bat? As it was dashing so went
the smashing to where it took more than a fee to replace the HD TV and still
that little thing runs free. The last
time you saw it the little varmint was taking a sip of your tea.
There is a mouse in
your house and it's more troublesome than any spiteful spouse. It so rules over what you think that other
thoughts have become extinct. You chase
it but you cannot erase it and so goes the hunt where it pulls off miraculous
stunts. Perhaps it's because you've been
smoking too many blunts. You're wet with
regret but the causal effects are not over yet, not as long as your pet moves
faster than a jet. Still it does not
sneeze at the cheese and so you've been brought to your knees and if it had a
camera it would tell you to say "Cheese"!
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When it's with the chase that the fun has
just begun without you knowing that it's already won.
October 9th,
2016
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