Ode to a Dead Mouse

Oh, you dirty, rotten mouse!
You done gone 'n stunk up my house.

We know exactly where you went,
You crawled way up in the floor air vent.

And now instead of home sweet home,
It smells like a nasty dead mouse tomb

Did you get lost, depressed, or stuck?
You got in, but out, no luck.

We can't reach or even see you,
But we can smell you, man, phew-ee!

I wish  you'd found somewhere else to die,
But in our vent you'll forever lie.


R.I.P.

But I still hate meeses to pieces.