For a little bit of fun, a poem for Christmas.:
Twas the night before Christmas and in the house
A creature was stirring, that cheeky small mouse
The presents were piled up under the tree
With credit available, it feels like they’re free!
But nothing is free, not in our time
Five finger discount’s not real, it’s a crime
And that little mouse, is thieving for sure
Nibbling on goodies bought from the store
It’s a wee little creature, you might call it cute
But the droppings it leaves, they’re not so beaut!
What if Santa got sick, from mouse poo on his bickies
And all of his reindeer got crook, went on sickies?
A terrible Christmas, caused by a mouse,
Pooping on food it stole from my house!
My very best Chrismas would be rodent free,
With no little surprises from mousie, for me!
I hoped you liked my poem, I have much experience of unwanted rodents inside the house, more in the past, but still one in the house every now and then …
Carolyn Cordon - Creative 