INFESTATION FRUSTRATION

Up along the curtain rods,
Hiding beneath his bed
They frolic among the pillows
And slide across the spread.

Mice took over his kitchen
Paw prints in flour and fat.
He needed some help most desperate
And purchased a twenty pound cat.

Her teeth were sharp as sabers
Cold eyes a glittering green
He covered his dog and Mother
And they; never more, were seen

The mice all squealed and scattered
But much to his chagrin
Cat gathered them all together
And snuggled them under her chin.

Now he feeds her family
No wife, no kids you see
But he is just as happy
With the mice, the cat, and him.