Mouse Hunting
I Kept hearing noises in North Rome Baptist Church,
So I went mouse hunting, Moved the ceiling blocks and no noises heard.
Shut the radio off and waited, but then I got irritated.
No mouse moved and I got lots to do.
That stupid mouse wherever he is needs to be caught!
He might taste good on the grill, But that might be against the law?
There's many other homes, Why did he pick North Rome?
Must be He needs God's forgiveness Too?
Eating everybody's food and shoes..
This is a church, NOT A ZOO!
I'll pray God forgive's me also when I kill that mouse.
'Cuz I ain't ready to go and this is GOD's HOUSE!
Maybe it ain't even a mouse, Maybe it's a bat?
Or not even that, A Big Fat Juicy RAT?
Or a spider? Maybe all God's creatures live here?
And I've interrupted their atmosphere..
So, maybe their all planning a war against me?
Maybe they watch T.V. and see we all have enemies,
And now their taking over?
Or Maybe they like my chocolate's Instead of Russel Stover?
Still little steps on the ceiling and I'm to busy to do anything..
I'll tell Fritz or I'll finally kill him and use him as a joke..
I'll put chocolate and peanut butter on the mouse trap
and he'll eat it and then choke!
Could stuff the mouse and put him in a bird house
and use it for decoration and call it God's Creation?
When all along the noises that I heard wasn't even a mouse,
It was A Lost Black Bird...
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