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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 !
 
— jove, Dec 17, 2009

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Region, Country: British Columbia, CAN

Favorite Poets: me, ... what can I say I can't dance. lol

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

I almost pissed myself

I almost pissed myself laughing (Hi Jayne). Thank you for this fractured fairytale (do you know of Bullwinkle the Moose?). Welcome aboard! And thanks for a little levity in the house, it's a gas! ~A p.s. I would have entitled it Klaus the Mouse Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 5 months ago

hello

What a wild ride this took me on! Wonderful! (shutter should be shudder) Always, Cat
Seren

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

PMSL

. . Hahahaha thanks Ma for leading the way . . By Jove I think you made me pee myself . . Tff . . Its a mouse odessey . . Loved it ! . . .love Jayne
jove

jove

16 years 5 months ago

The poem has been updated thank you you two

I was reading the name as Clouse. My bad, I am French Canadian EH! Wit da em-phassis hon da Haich. Dagnabit! lol Way too many smelling pisstakes ! Hey, that reminds me of a poem I am going to write !! lol Thanks again ! By Jove !
jove

jove

16 years 5 months ago

Thanks Jayne

I hope you didn't turn green from laughing too hard !! Oh my goodness. I will ask Klause if he will sign an autograph for you . He's not home right now. Cause when we get too tired of him, we talk realy loud about dropping the gas bomb again and he goes on short vacations ! lol Glad you liked the poem. By Jove !