Not even as they invade our house,
Nor after they have pooped on our sheets and her blouse.
But it's not as if she doesn't despise their presence,
For the very sight or sound of one
Makes her get worried, frightened and tense.
So then it’s all up to me
To conjure up a fatality inducing strategy.
But one that minimizes the rodent’s suffering,
As it makes it’s way on past the land where time ends.
So now I look back and count up to four,
Which is the number of mice that are here no more
As a result of sticky paper, bait, my shovel and me.
Oh day and night, how you cycle past we.
¡No way! ¿Four mice? I thought Pati´s was bad... Well, hopefully they start spreading the word around their mouse communities that you are a killing machine and they run away somewhere else...
ReplyDeleteWe have a few ratons leaving droppings on our dog food bins... want to bring your skills this way??
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