and all through the house
one little creature was stirring
a bit bigger than a mouse
His milk was not there
and life was awry
so to mama and papa
he came for a cry
Poor mama was weary
and papa faked sleep
Of waking she was understandable leery
and wondered why no birds did peep
Lo it was but 2 in the morn
and off he was hustled
alone and forlorn
while mama sat with him, slightly ruffled
The moments ticked by
the milk it was drunk
papa dropped off a bottle
and off mama slunk
A nightmare then struck
at 4 of the clock
papa wailed, rather gruff,
and mama did make mock
And off to the room
she went with a scurry
and there like a mushroom
to sleep did she hurry
Yup, sleep was in poor supply last night :) and I and the cat wound up asleep on the futon under a dressing gown while Chris had the entire king size bed to himself!!!
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