A Letter From Prison

Sadly, there was a crime at my house
my girl, she made me murder a mouse

See, cause one night we were chillin' watching TV
when she went to the bathroom I dozed off peacefully

only to be startled awake by her blood-curling screaming
jumping up, my mind pictured her fighting a man stealing
from our house
but it was a mouse

she, standing upon the toilet in fear
me, reeling from heart attack of the year

"He won't eat that much," I said. "Leave him be."
She said to me, "You are downright crazy,
you kill that mouse immediately!"
And so it for me it was murder, first degree

I set the trap, baited with peanut butter goodness
that would seduce any mouse, the lusciousness
would be too much to resist, and the mouse's greeter
at first bite is that neck-snapping Peanut Butter Reaper

The next morning as I awoke I went to check the trap
and a crime scene awaited me, I caught the rap

Mouse detective didn't believe I was an innocent passer-by
on the way to the refrigerator to get some juice or some pie
I cracked under interrogation, admitted the deed
and now I know that I will never be freed

Rodent parole board denied my appeal