Tis the night after Christmas /mouse eating cat

Twas the Night after Christmas and all through the house no one was sturring except this dam mouse.
He went banging and booming through the night with ease
he was a real ()*#C@,....,,hm excuse me please.
I heard crunching and munching and flopping and screatching,
he listened not to my mid night preaching.
I heard him in the corner and then heard him here, but then when I looked he was not even there.

He tumbled through the kitchen and I mean he tumbled,
I heard him and looked, but it was I that had stumbled.
This mouse has had his better day, there has got to be a much better way... I say.

Shall I use poison or electric or just scare him to death... but
what if... he ends up dead in my bed?

My bed lays on the floor and I don't think that I oughta
be pesterin things that could end up obligata....

So I thought and I though and I'm still thinking still...
what meathod to use, should I even kill?

Can there be a way to live with a mouse? Right here in my very own house?

I shall ask my sister, that's what I'll do... she's older and wiser.. she'll know what to do.

She said "you not only have one mouse, surely you must know that"..
Why don't you invest in a lovely young cat.

So here I sit with my eyes open wider... this isn't a matter of getting rid of a spider. Now I must think of an animal guest, not for a short time but as a pet, 'cause surely I can't ask it to do something for me, only to ask it to then again leave.

Perhaps I shell find out if a cat likes cold weather... because to get one and keep one and love it forever, I will have to move from the old ogers house... He doesn't like cats... he'll put up with the mouse.

To a dessert where life is very extreme, but I think me and this cat might make a great team..

Abby