Mickey’s Last Ride

Now if you like little animals like Walt Disney’s mouse,
You’ll not like the story of the one in my house.
The kids had friends over they were just there to play,
But they haven’t been back since , I think they’re okay.

I was surfing the web looking for a manly man deal,
When I heard three girls scream and two little boys squeal.
I clicked the computer on hold yes it screeched to a halt,
And then ran to the kitchen to witness the assault.

The kids came running past they knew to get out,
You should have seen my wife jump and heard my wife shout.
A fly swatter in the left hand and in the other a knife,
It was then I saw Mickey the cause of this strife.

There was a showdown taking place that I could see,
The kitchen right then was no place to be.
The scream we than heard penetrated every room in the house,
But it wasn’t my wife screaming it was Mickey the mouse.

He had just been judged and his sentence was set,
But she first had to catch him and hadn’t as yet.
Then right at that moment Mickey made a break,
Now the fly swatter was fanning and the knife did the shake.

If Mickey losses this race it will be his last,
He had it about won but the swatter was fast.
It had caught up to Mickey and in a falcon-like swoop,
Picked him up smooth yes the fly swatter scoop.

Then Mickey jumped free and ran to the sink,
He then started swimming in that water we drink.
We then heard loud talking and saw her hand twitch,
As she reached up to disposal and turned up the on switch.

She then pulled the trigger on Mickey he was getting the wide open spray,
He was leaving that sink and down was the way.
Now we talk not of this often, about the mouse she did grind,
But it does get the chores done when the kids we remind.

Now our views on Mickey differ the fact is that he died,
To what some of us look like a murder, to my wife was suicide.

Marty Mickelson 2008