This started as a cute poem for my daughter but as usual something darker overcomes me so I though best not put it in kids section.

Under a rickety louse eaten staircase,
Derek the doormouse was packing his suitcase.

Off to explore a world undiscovered,
Further afield than the understairs cupboard.

His first agenda, to find his friend Brenda,
And retrieve all the cheese and the walnuts he'd lent her.

He checked in the mirror before leaving his home,
And dampened his whiskers and gave them a comb.

He scurried along the floor made of parquet,
Into a fabulous open plan hallway.

Brenda lived under an eight octave Hammond,
She followed a diet of feta and salmon.

He knocked on the pedal, the one that sustains,
But laying beneath it were Brenda's remains.

She'd choked on his nuts, Derek felt terrible,
He'd never told her his nuts were inedible

But Brenda looked peacefull all silent and still,
So Derek thought he'd better check out her Will.

Lucky she'd left him her worldly possessions,
But Derek had sunk into manic depression.