Speak Up Saturday
Patricia Franklin
The Last Meal
What’s this, you’re bringing the laundry down?
But I’m doing no laundry ‘til that mouse leaves town.
What did you say? You’re out of shirts?
So what, I’m also out of skirts
You think that I’m just getting lazy?
No, I’m not, I’m going crazy.
Besides, he’s eating up my laundry soap.
Is this weird little mouse high on dope?
I don’t want the whole place to belong to that mouse!
I’m doing no laundry, no, I’m not,
Not until that monster is caught!
“Do you think he’s inside that wall?
How did he get in here at all?”
We’ve never faced a critter like this before.
That’s it! I’ve had it, we’re waging WAR!”
“We’re going to serve him a fabulous meal.
One that he’ll beg, borrow or steal.
A Mouse King’s feast for the little beast.
The best of everything at the very least!”
“I’ll fill those traps just one more time —
He’ll face this ultimatum of mine!”
The traps are filled — a gourmet trough,
One tiny toenail will set it off…”
“Now we’ll just sit back and see,
Who’s going to win this battle – him or me.”
Old Things R New 
Great poem. I will be waiting to hear about the final chapter in this saga.
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We had a mouse once and it was so cute. I hated that we had to trap it.
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This is a very, very cute poem. Having battled mice before – won some, lost some – I can relate.
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I really enjoy this poem, too. It is full of conflict, pathos, and humor. What will happen next in the mouse battles?
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