Ode To Dead Mice

[Butterball]

Another Christmas Story From a Friend.

Ode To Dead Mice
‘Tis the season of Christmas
And smells waft through our house
Is that cinnamon and evergreen?
No, it is dead mouse!

They had pooped on our counters,
Raided our drawers,
Disguised as stuffed animals,
They resisted our lures.

From cheddar to jiffy,
From sticky to snap,
We exhausted our weapons,
And still - an empty trap!

‘Twas driving us crazy
Enough of this strife!
We set out the poison
And went on with our life.

Christmastime was knocking,
So much to decorate,
Martha would be proud of us,
Our tree was stinkin’ great!

Oh, speakin’ of stinkin‘,
One evening I reclined
To gaze upon the beauty
Of the tree that was all mine

When to my nose’s horror,
A smell--it did arise
This was no pleasant odor
It almost hurt my eyes!

I sniffed in all the cushions,
I sniffed in the toy bin.
My sniffer sniffed to no avail
The stench was from within!

Down in the depths of our old house,
Where no eye can see,
Those dead mice are rotting now
In death they’re taunting me!

The battle was fierce,
we thought that we’d won
But those little buggers
Are still having fun!

I longed for sweet aromas
To meet folks at my door,
Instead, they’ll hold their noses
So what was my hard work for?

God used the mice to teach me
To take a whiff of my own heart
Is something rotting way down there
With which I will not part?

Perhaps a prideful spirit,
A sense of deep unrest?
A stinky lack of self-control
Diverts me from God’s best.

His nostrils are a-twitching,
As He takes a whiff of these,
Only He can eliminate
What’s left there by Febreze.

So, my friend search inward
And see what is true:
Despite all your beauty,
Is there a dead mouse in you?

What overcomes people
As they walk through your door
The fruit of the Spirit,
Or an attitude that’s poor?

God of mice and men doth wait
To purify you and me,
This Christmas He will deodorize
And make you truly free.

[moses lee]

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