Mouse sandwich

the blessed sun, it beamed down

and caressed the soft buns, with its warm rays

,it's aroma could never make me frown, I'd pray for another one

I've never felt so proud

it's fillings, so perfectly selected

unwilling, to bite on a sandwich so perfected.

the lettuce so crisp in every crunch, like the ice in the frigid arctic ocean

the tomato so sweet in every punch , spilling out with all the emotions

I took more bites, crunched louder than the last

ketchup on my chin, I should've never asked

another bite and

the fillings slipped out the back at last

oh no...oh no... I couldn't recognize the weight or the size

I glanced down and couldn't believe my eyes

it was a lifeless mound of a small mouse!

teeth stained with cheese and belly of a louse

it was half way gone, already in my mouth

digesting done, my mind went south

the flavors already settled into my tongue,

I'll never know peace after this song is sung

so young, was this mouse

it's blood on my lap