WRETCH!

'Twas the night after Christmas
And all through my "house"
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.
Cuz that mouse smelled dead
But no corpse could I find
I checked on my gerbil
It was in my behind.
I'm not a troll
Who lives under a bridge
But the last mouse I found
Was inside of my fridge.

If you're feeling either bored or waxing poetic, please feel free to help me finish this. This "poem" is based on a real life occurrence and my eyes are tearing up from choking from mouse rot. But I won't let it dampen my holiday spirit one bit. And I'd be ever so thrilled if you should chime in with a rhyme. Chime...rhyme. See--it's easy and fun!