the cat and the mouse

A cat got a mouse,

he killed it and brought it in the house.

The mouse wasn't actually dead

until the cat bit off his head.

He first chewed his leg,

and learned his name was Meg.

But he didn't really care

hunger had killed his lair.

The mouse wiggled about,

but he didn't have a doubt.

The mouse was dead,

tasty, and all bloody red.

Goodbye mouse,

he was only

blood and bones

with nothing but a piece of hair

like a cherry on top