There once was a mouse <br />Who lived in our house <br />That ate all the cheese and custard <br />That was until we found Busted <br /> <br />He was a cat that had done the rounds <br />With at least one hundred hounds <br />His tail was quite bent <br />His ears they were lent <br /> <br />He was quite slim <br />When we found him <br />Though around the town <br />He was no clown <br /> <br />He very soon earnt his keep <br />Catching that mouse while we were asleep <br />Watching him play with his catch <br />We knew there would never be a match.<br /><br />Alison Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/busted-3/
