Living in style

Title living in style

Title. living in style

In a tiny little hole,
There lived a mouse with a different kind of goal.
He wore a suit and tie, always looking fly,
But little did anyone know, he was always high.

With a tiny little joint, behind his little ear. he would puff and puff,
Blowing out smoke, looking oh so tough.
His friends would ask, "Hey mouse, what's the deal?"
He would just laugh and say, "it's my sex appeal."

He would roam around town, in his fancy attire,
But when he passed by, people would just admire.
They never suspected, this mouse was a stoner,
But he didn't care, he was a free-wheeling loner.

He would go to the park and chill with the squirrels,
Sharing his weed, they were his favorite girls.
They would dance and sing, under the moonlight,
And the mouse would say, "This is my kind of night."

But one day, the cat caught a whiff of the smoke,
And started chasing the mouse, it was no joke.
But the mouse was too high to even care,
He just laughed and said, "Cat, let's share!"

So they sat in the park, passing the joint,
And soon enough, they were both on point.
The cat and the mouse, getting high together,
Who would have thought, they could be friends forever.

So next time you see a mouse in a suit and tie,
Don't be surprised if he's feeling a little high.
Just give him a nod, and maybe a smile,
Cause this mouse is just trying to live life in style.
The End
Buy.Orren.Benjamin.Walker 2.7.2024