The Louse

"Fallow heft,
this house is cleft,
scant even for a mouse.
The roof, it leaks!
The floor, it squeaks!
The holder always soused.
There are devil's here, lips never speak,
gnashed his wretched, churlish spouse.
Have you heard about the ladder?
Have you heard about the louse?"

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