Hit the Road, Jack!

back in montana
she had a small mouse
that liked to tap out
morse code from the recesses of
her closet in the
middle of the night.

it annoyed her.

she'd often throw a pillow
at the closet at 3am
and sleepily grumble,
"come, on, jack!
knock it off, little mouse.
give a girl a rest!"

but then she thought
maybe he just really wanted
to be in a band
and was musically frustrated.

so, she started singing him
a little ray charles before she
fell asleep, hoping
he'd take the hint
and take his show on the road.

it at least allowed her
to giggle about it.

she just hoped he
wouldn't invite her to sing backup.