He thinks whatever's mine is his.
He lives with me but pays no rent,
And now I learn the mouse's Ms.,
To my utter astonishment.
Sleeps in my shoe.
The sneaky lodger and his wife,
Who may be sweet for all I know,
Have made a shambles of my life:'
Two pickpockets on tippy-toe.
What can I do?
A mouse alone might be a friend
Two mice are more than just one pair.
Two mice? That pair will never end,
The last time that I counted there
Were twenty-two!
-Anonymous