Dead Mouse in the Little Red House

 

 

 

I've hunted high and low

 

Looked under the couch and chair

 

dug through all the cupboards

 

but I can't find it anywhere.

 

 

 

 

It's  hidden out of sight

 

it might be in the wall

 

when you walk in the door

 

the smell almost makes you fall

 

 

 

 

I  run out to the close line

 

and grab a wooden pin

 

and clamp it on my nose

 

so the smell can't get in

 

 

 

 

I look kind-a funny

 

a walkin' around the house

 

with a clothspin on my nose

 

but  at least I don't smell

 that
 Blasted Dead Mouse!



disclaimer:  I never have professed to be a good writer and my stab at poetry isn't any better, in fact it's down-right awful.  I have added an "awful poetry" label to my posts.  More awful poetry coming soon!