Mouse in the Outhouse

I could not think of a worse way to die.

Than to be rained upon by my poop as you pray to quickly die.

Just one flush is all it'll take and the nightmare will be done.

Because you chose my bowl to slumber, your race will soon be run.

A word of silence is to be had for the rodent whose book of life has been shut.

And how grateful I am to have checked the seat before plopping down my butt.