ode to the mouse

Grace arrives home
Twas a Thursday night
She's feeling so tired
And something's not right

The house is a mess
She's goes to the kitchen
She's going to clean
And try not to start bitchin'

What does she spot?
The blender soaks in the sink
It was full last night
Of a yummy drink

She pours it out
It's time for a clean
Out flows a dead mouse
How Gracie does scream!

Why, dear mousey
Go into a blender full to the brim
When you are just a small mousey
And it appears you can't swim

I'm sorry you're gone
I'm sorry your life has ended
Bye bye to my blender
And the drinks it would have blended...