The pieces are assembled, <br />the trap awaits... <br />the cage hangs precariously <br />above the Swiss cheese, <br />or is it Gouda? <br /> <br />It doesn't matter, <br />Jeffy thinks it's all funny <br />and he pays no attention <br />to the rules of the game. <br />He only wants the ball to roll, <br />and the swings to swing, <br />and the anvil to drop <br />and the cage to fall <br />trapping the mouse <br />which makes him giggle. <br /> <br />The Game of Life is too mature for him, <br />he's only four years old, <br />but Mousetrap is perfect... <br />just like his mom who's beauty lies <br />in her girlish smile and squeaky voice <br />who makes a better mouse than Minnie. <br /> <br />His mother has played the game of life, <br />but she has never surrendered to its rules. <br />She only knows that life goes on <br />and she is young... <br />as long as Jeffy is happy.<br /><br />Coach Roth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mousetrap-2/
