Once there came a sound so teeny, while I slurped my clam
O’er an inane show on Hulu, since I’d finished 30 Rock,
While I sat there, finally resting from the traffic jam so
Of my patience, at last nesting in my bed, at sev’n o’clock,
Thump! It sounded faint then silent from downstairs at sev’n
T’was a mousetrap – not a shock.
For, you see, we’d caught eleven, sent them all to mousey
Started marking each one’s conquer on the wall with colored
Now with noodles in my belly, pausing laptop – slash – the
With a heart like Machiavelli, I dumped the trap and took no
It was one like all the others, causing me to take no stock.
T’was a mouse corpse – not a shock.
On the wall I made a tally, record of the sweet finale
Of the life I loathed by virtue of its birth from vermin
Up the stairs with great elation, I returned in celebration,
To my bed, that sweet location, where I could watch, like a
Sitcoms that I will not mention, watch those sitcoms like a
Fine, it’s New Girl – such a shock.
Well before the half hour’s closing, came a sound not so
Just that old familiar thump, without a squeak or scratch or
Planning to mark one more vict’ry, I found something
When I peered upon the body ‘round which plastic jaws did
For I saw they pinched his hind parts. Not his neck did
those jaws lock.
Boy, was I in for a shock.
Could it truly be, I wondered, that these plastic jaws had
Had they failed, the breath of life from this poor rodent’s
lungs, to knock?
Once released, the mouse was squirming, all my dreaded fears
Ne’er a scene was less affirming, and my thoughts it still
Paraplegic mouse now scooting – yes, that scene my thoughts
He was living – what a shock.
Trying then to end the drama, and to mitigate the trauma
That would surely haunt me if I did no more than stand and
I was chasing him and pinching with the trap as he was
T’ward the stove. We both were flinching, and his path I
failed to block.
‘Neath the stove he made his exit. Yes, his path I failed to
Poor mouse – he had quite a shock.
I had failed to end his anguish. In my mind the sound does
Of his faint and final cry, so small and yet so hard to
Now I know he surely suffered, dying slowly, pain
No relief to him was offered. He could barely even walk.
Now this memory I’ll carry, as through life I slowly walk.
One more thing I’ll fail to block.