Stanley bought some soap which smelled good;
A bit like the scent of dried wood.
His mistress was vexed
and sent him this text:
“i really don’t know how you could”
What do you mean,Stan cried out?
Has the new teapot broken its spout?
Oh,no,she replied
The mice have all died
It’s you and your cat,I don’t doubt.
Dear Emile never kills any mice
Nor does he ever toss dice
But sometimes he howls
when we mispronounce vowels…
On balance he’s almost too nice.
How my heart sings 