mouse in the house

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    mouse in the house

    today, tomorrow or at another time
    i would set down and begin to rhyme
    i did not know what it would be
    a poem, a story, an autobiography

    when times are changing it does get hard
    the life, the dreams like on the boulavard
    we all have things that we do adore
    our friends, our kids, our husbands and wives even more

    but one thing is here i do have to declare
    is that i know for her i really do care
    not for politicians, government or even myself
    my car, my home, but there is someone else

    she is always there when i am not at home
    to cook, to clean, to even moan
    but when i come home it all seems like the same
    the probl;ems are there and we both share the blame

    bills from the doctor, bills from the phone
    but thats not the problem, its the money alone
    she is my wife so humble and true
    it is without her i would not know what to do

    she calls me for supper and i say hold on
    so she put the dood away then it was gone
    do not blame her it is all my fault
    because when she called me again the food was not hot

    seconds, minutes, the hours go by
    when i talk online the the time sure does fly
    she calls me again and again repeated
    again i yelled "hold on!" but would still be seated

    it was then she came in so flustered and roar
    she would knock me from the chair and drag me across the floor
    onto the kitchen i go kicking and screaming
    "Now do the dishes and finish the cleaning

    she tells me "it is my time now and always has been
    "time for my online, time for my friends
    you have had all day and most of the night
    if you would have came before thigns would be alright"

    away she would stormed into the back room
    in she came walking with the vaccuum
    but honey i said i am only one man
    i dont care she said, vaccuuming you can

    across the floors i made a big sweep
    as the dust bunnies laughed and danced at my feet
    into the kitchen and all through the house
    i chased those dust bunies like chasing a mouse

    under the table and over the couch
    like tom chasing jerry i fell and went "ouch"
    grabbing the vaccuum i could finally see
    that even the pet cats were laughing at me

    i stomped on the floor and went to the back room
    grabbed both of my squirt guns and ran to the bathroom
    i filled them with water and soap if i must
    so that i could rid myself of those bunnies of dust

    i walked t the frnt room grabbing some ice
    aiming my guns and shooting precise
    dust began to scatter as i chuckled and laughed
    i grabbed the dust bunnies and began to blast

    as i trapped them in a corner i thought now this is nice
    i looked even closer and saw they were mice
    i aimed the two guns and began laughing with glee
    i just couldnt do it so i set them free

    i set down beside them and said to them "please
    if you help me clean up i will get you some cheese'
    away they scampered across the whole floor
    finished the vaccuming then the dishes and more

    when they were done they both smiled at me
    i gave them both cheese and we lived happily
    my wife came in and this is what she sees
    she really screamed at me for giving them cheese
    i told her what happened and she did sound pleased
    so to did she help with giving them cheese

    the moral of the story that must prevail
    is knowing how to handle two mice, two cats,
    one wife and a male

    when the man becomes to lazy you yell at him loud
    for when he is with friends he will sound really proud
    he will be begging in front of the guys
    as you stand there laughing with towering eyes

    the man usually knows when his wife is unhappy
    he goes to bed alone, cold and so crappy
    so take heed of my words of the mouse in the house
    never underestimate the power of your spouse

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