‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all through my house,
A creature was stirring, and it wasn’t a mouse.
I had carried some clothes to the laundry with care,
But noticed an odor stink-i-fying the air.
My puppy, as always, followed me in,
And tried to nudge past me, heading straight for the bin.
Now becoming suspicious, I pulled out the hamper,
And my jolly good spirits felt quite a bit damper.
For there on the floor, amid puddles of pee,
Proof of a rodent intruder was quite plain to see.
“Eeek,” I screamed, but I can’t tell you why.
No one else heard me, no one was near by.
So I yanked out the clothes, threw them left and right,
Till I emptied the hamper, and oh, what a sight.
Holes—one in the whites bin, and one in the darks,
And two in the lights bin—my rat foe was smart!
So I pulled out the washer-- the big dryer, too—
And fell on my knees to search for guess who.
No nasty rat—but lots of rat droppings.
I reached for the broom and made plans to go shopping.
I’d clean up the mess, then head straight to the store—
Where I’d buy rat traps and glue pads and quite a bit more.
Steel wool, insulation, some nails, a new hamper,
Mostly something to make that fat rat family scamper!
When I made it back home, I set straight to my task,
And filled the small rat hole, then rested at last.
The truth of it is, as this story shows,
I love all God’s creatures—but not in my clothes!