If I were a mouse sitting in a coat pocket
I would send my owner a paw-written docket.
I'm sorry... opposable thumbs have I none,
So they might just read it, assuming me dumb.
This note, I will attempt to transpose right here,
But sady, typewriting to me is so queer,
Therefore, lofty writers, your patience I ask
With me, humble rodent, engaged in this task.
The note I would write to my master or miss
Would simply say "Please do not venture to kiss
Me, while in your pocket, or poised on your chest
For your breath is smelly, much worse than my nest.
Please put me in there, I will scamper there yet
I was not created as your pocket-pet."