Twas the night before Christmas
And one little mouse
Was gathering his friends
To run through our house.
As they ate at our food and watched
And ran at our feet
I took in my hands
An old baseball Cleat
As I watched them move to
I watched them move fro
With swat on my hands
I let that shoe go.
Smack went the shoe
Against the mouse head
I laughed to myself
And hoped it was dead.
I looked at the corpse
Dead on my floor
And sat in my chair
Waiting for more.
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