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Dec 17, 2009
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Klaus the mouse
I have a mouse his name is Klaus.
Every night he runs the house.
Peep, peep, peep, the little creep,
so much noise we get no sleep.
Man he's into every thing
the signs make me shudder,
little nuggets everywhere,
and footprints in the butter.
I just couldn't bring myself
to take it's little life.
I couldn't smash its little head,
and neither could my wife!
So we asked the dog to do it
"Boo-boo get the mouse" .
We didn't think she'd get ‘ him,
just scare him out the house.
Now Boo's all bent she's got the scent
she'll never stop, she won't relent.
From room too room in hot pursuit,
she wants to give old Klaus the boot.
But Klaus is smart and very quick,
every night he makes Boo sick.
She never gets her wish.
Klaus the mouse mocking her, leaves presents in her dish.
Now Boo-boo makes more noise than Klaus,
so we got Boo her own pad.
We went and bought a big dog house,
so she wouldn't feel so bad.
Now my wife with jaws a flapping,
All night long that tap-tap-tapping,
I need my sleep, you'd best get trapping ;
just put them where the mouse is crapping.
So I go to check and my jaws flap,
Klaus ate the bait and left more crap.
So we get a cat her name is Jean,
man that cat is really mean.
Now Jean and Klaus
destroy the house,
All night long,
she'll chase that mouse.
But Klaus the mouse is to hard to catch,
poor mean Jean has met her match..
She'll never get him out the house,
she'll never capture, Klaus the mouse.
So we let poor Boo back in,
with hopes to form a team.
Three on one against old Klaus,
Me, Boo and mean Jean
Now Klaus the mouse got used to that.
Without us he would grow too fat.
He steals our food before our eyes,
he does it just for exercise!
So we go and drop the BOMB,
Called "Mouse Emancipation".
By the time the gas all cleared
Klous got back from vacation.
No predators, traps,
no gasseous plants,
No sonic sounds, poisons,
no kicks in the pants.
No threatening, begging
no bribing, no how !
No whining, reasoning,
no fooling, what now ?
Try as we might we lost the fight,
too Klaus it's child's play.
The wife got plugs, me and Boo just shrug,
and Jean, she ran away!
by jove !
Every night he runs the house.
Peep, peep, peep, the little creep,
so much noise we get no sleep.
Man he's into every thing
the signs make me shudder,
little nuggets everywhere,
and footprints in the butter.
I just couldn't bring myself
to take it's little life.
I couldn't smash its little head,
and neither could my wife!
So we asked the dog to do it
"Boo-boo get the mouse" .
We didn't think she'd get ‘ him,
just scare him out the house.
Now Boo's all bent she's got the scent
she'll never stop, she won't relent.
From room too room in hot pursuit,
she wants to give old Klaus the boot.
But Klaus is smart and very quick,
every night he makes Boo sick.
She never gets her wish.
Klaus the mouse mocking her, leaves presents in her dish.
Now Boo-boo makes more noise than Klaus,
so we got Boo her own pad.
We went and bought a big dog house,
so she wouldn't feel so bad.
Now my wife with jaws a flapping,
All night long that tap-tap-tapping,
I need my sleep, you'd best get trapping ;
just put them where the mouse is crapping.
So I go to check and my jaws flap,
Klaus ate the bait and left more crap.
So we get a cat her name is Jean,
man that cat is really mean.
Now Jean and Klaus
destroy the house,
All night long,
she'll chase that mouse.
But Klaus the mouse is to hard to catch,
poor mean Jean has met her match..
She'll never get him out the house,
she'll never capture, Klaus the mouse.
So we let poor Boo back in,
with hopes to form a team.
Three on one against old Klaus,
Me, Boo and mean Jean
Now Klaus the mouse got used to that.
Without us he would grow too fat.
He steals our food before our eyes,
he does it just for exercise!
So we go and drop the BOMB,
Called "Mouse Emancipation".
By the time the gas all cleared
Klous got back from vacation.
No predators, traps,
no gasseous plants,
No sonic sounds, poisons,
no kicks in the pants.
No threatening, begging
no bribing, no how !
No whining, reasoning,
no fooling, what now ?
Try as we might we lost the fight,
too Klaus it's child's play.
The wife got plugs, me and Boo just shrug,
and Jean, she ran away!
by jove !
— jove, Dec 17, 2009
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Kailashana
16 years 5 months ago
I almost pissed myself
Candlewitch
16 years 5 months ago
hello
Seren
16 years 5 months ago
PMSL
jove
16 years 5 months ago
The poem has been updated thank you you two
jove
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks Jayne