The rodent

i thought I'd rewrite The raven by Edgar Allan Poe 

At night while i was napping, heard a scratching and a tapping

My dream of Henry Cavill went and vanished from my head

This thing was soul destroying and a little bit annoying

to wake to hear a tapping, scratching underneath my bed

I peered my eyes still sleepy, the noise a little creepy

under there I heard a squeaking, that was coming from the floor

I guessed a mouse or ratty, or I'd gone a little batty

for it sounded like a party or a rodent civil war

Oh poop! i said proclaiming, need to do some little maiming

to the mousy or the ratty that lived underneath the mat

The noise it gives me ire, bet they're chewing through the wire

No more biscuits for the mousy or the ruddy great big rat

And suddenly a screaming, or maybe i was still a dreaming

for the irritating scratching, it stopped under the bedroom floor

i think it bit a wire?. Smell, yeah, of fur on fire

and so the tale of rodent and its life is never more