A tiny grey mouse likes to visit my flat

No doubt aware that I don't keep a cat;

The landlord's long lease puts a block on all pets -

For my timorous guest that's as good as it gets.

The woman occupying the studio above

Complained of a rat (try Specsavers, love!);

She went to the agents and gave them what for -

And "Pest Control" followed, to knock on the door.

Uttering dire warnings about hordes of small chaps,

They made themselves busy disguising their traps.

But defeated, they gave up and glumly departed...

Hardly outnumbered...more like outsmarted.

The woman upstairs decided to move house

Leaving just me and my visiting mouse.

And sometimes, when quiet, if I chance to stir,

I might catch a glimpse of a blur of grey fur.