Jimmy June Penticule Potumus Jones
lives under the sink-bin
since he is now grown
He puts up provisions
fish without bones
He keeps bits of cheese
n’ old sourdough
His wife is one wee one
Just 5 cm’s long
She birthed their brood
like nothing went wrong
But outside of their nest-egg
where they thought they were fine
lived millions of others
just like their kind
Whole city of vermin
living so sound
until grimy ol’ Thom
on everyone bound
Now Jimmy June Penticule Potumus Jones
Finds himself without them
The other mice…gone
(As illustrated by Grok)
