Early this morning I saw a baby mouse dash across the kitchen floor and under the dishwasher. We live near a bird sanctuary which means that occasionally we do have a furry visitor. My husband, Terence, loves to have an opportunity to catch a mouse or rat. He has a method that he uses which involves glue. I hate it but I do recognise that we cannot have mice or rats taking up permanent residence in our home. As a tribute to my mouse catching husband, I wrote this poem:
Our Hero
Our hero, he stands,
So tall and strong;
It is reassuring to know,
That it's to him we belong.
Clever and confident,
Yet quick with a smile;
Always willing and able,
To go that extra mile.
With his sons he will play,
A practice cricket match;
Then inside he'll give a hand,
With glue a rat will catch.
Generous with money,
Almost to a fault;
Not superstitious thought,
So don't try throw spilt salt.
But beware,
If agreement to some plan
from him you lure;
He'll never change his mind again,
So you'd better be quite sure.
Published on September 16, 2016 01:14