I like mice
I do, really,
Far more than I do a woodlouse,
If only they’d limit adventures
To demarcation lines outside our house.
One’s dared to explore the t.v. room,
Another’s run under the sink.
The porch has seen four.
They squeezed under the door
In less than an eye takes to blink.
Mouse prevention has sprung into action,
Traps set and all entry holes filled.
Much cash has been spent
With das-
Tardly intent:
I’m sorry, but mice must be killed.
Peppermint oil makes wee beasties recoil
And so does a sniff of mothballs.
I’ll give both a try
As it’s now do or die
To keep vermin away from our walls.
Long sticky flaps are now fitted to gaps
To repel any rodent that’s lurking.
Should our neighbouring cat
Stamp its paw and go splat,
At least one deterrent is working.
Final ace up the sleeve,
The best, I believe:
Brown bears wolf down mice, it is said.
I’ll dial up The Bear
And call round when he’s there,
“I’ve a favour to ask, Merry Ted……………”.