Linda Spied A Mouse
From out the corner of her eye,
Linda, a tiny shape did spy.
Our laundry room was the scene
The site of much neglect has been.
Against this siege a barricade arose
And orders to this threat dispose.
How this threat came to be?
The fault lay clearly with me.
Dealing with this rude intrusion
Was handed to me for a quick solution.
The source? Garage, ceiling, piles of clutter,
Thirty years of neglected litter.
Nothing for it but to ransack the room
In search of one who, by now, foresaw its doom
And scurried back from whence it came
To play again it’s threatening game.
One of many, it ignored my trap
To live again and raise a flap,
Only to return once more
To tax me with this tiresome chore.