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Day: September 18, 2020

Mousecapades

An appetite for something rich
Organically with protein crunch,
Would lead a mouse to seek, to sate,
Some peanut butter for his lunch.


So wandering around he finds
Served upon a silver plate
Some peanut butter, lumped and caked,
That triggers doom to seal his fate.


When morning comes, his wife and kids
Note his absence, he’s not there
Not a whisker can be found -
They squeak his name in their despair.


The lesson clear for all to learn,
Corral, control your destined fate
When dining outing company
Don’t eat from someone else’s plate.
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