Laura Explorer surveyed all before her.

and sighed at the challenge ahead

She knew it, she’d do it, be sure to get through it

and vowed to be upbeat instead.

Her heart it so raced at the task she now faced,

such was never attempted before,

she craved to be saved from the debris that paved

her way across her bedroom floor.

Each door and each drawer were exposed in this chore

to reveal what should not be seen,

she was daring, uncaring, as she gave a good airing

to places that no light had been.

It was bold to behold things growing live mold

and not wince at the life forms she found,

as she made an attack on a fortnight old snack

something moved to her side on the ground.

Had she dreamed, as it seemed; too late as she screamed

and leapt one great leap to her bed;

this adventure did wrench her, fear certain to drench her,

her eyes popping out of her head.

Beneath Sunday’s undies, perhaps they were Monday’s

a tail posed the utmost of threat

to prevent her descent, how she wished to repent

as her brow now condensed beads of sweat.

For want of a broom her room was a tomb,

with a number of unwanted guests;

each Friday she tidy and take enough pridey

to discourage such room sharing pests.

She was glad when her Dad entered the crash pad

to rescue her from this expedition,

virtually suicidal no more she’d be idle

with a room in a healthier condition.

This so bitter pill still helps to fulfil

it’s purpose in Dad’s tidy house,

the tale of the tail will always prevail,

as to Laura it was clearly a mouse.

But guys can be wise as it was a disguise,

not what the illusion appeared,

rules are for fools, there are more useful tools

when Daddy wants his will adhered..