Occupation Of The Furry Kind Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The occupation

There is a small house in the sticks of the Algarve
It has been alone for a month and has taken the looks
Of an ignored older man who needs to change his shirt
Moreover, a hot shower.
I take it mice have moved in feeding on my duvet,
Moreover, I have to get rid of them don't know-how
I could gas them, but I'm no sadist, I could catch them
One by one, release them in the woods but they will
Remember the good life and return.
I have to become concerning only mice can prove
They have lived here the last ten generation are allowed
In the rest, it will be expelled.
I could see the Us air force, but they bomb everything
In and ask question later.
So, I have to be a Swedish liberal and embrace the mice.
I digress as it is as I live on a traffic island and like to go
Return home.