mousedeathode

I arranged an assassination

Of a visitor to my home,

But, I’m no modern Machiavelli

Or player of a game of thrones

So I must stress

It was not a guest,

Who died on my floor alone.

My victim came in uninvited,

I was not a jovial host.

He or she ran away

In a streak of grey

So I thought, at first, it was a ghost.

But in the end through over confidence

My visitor showed its true form

Pointy at the front

And incontinent at the back

It shat all over my floor.

Now I’m no benign Buddhist mystic

Or smiling tolerant sage

So scattering mouse turds all over my place

Caused my anti-rodent death rage.

But when I took the limp corpse out

To throw it in the bin

The Mouse god started planning a vengeance

For my rodenticidal sin.

Soon I know that I’ll be offered

Something I cannot refuse

A free holiday forever, or a return ticket to youth

I’ll tread on the trigger to get it

Then the man trap will smash into my back

And I’ll become reincarnated

To scurry for crumbs

In the corners of some fat bloke’s flat.