Attack of the Killer Mouse Mat

The house sat quiet.

Feeling flat but inspired,

my mouse mat conspired;

he had fiendish plans

to eat one of my hands.

At Easter he struck!

The beast started to suck!

He feasted, the schmuck!

He ate my right fist

right up to the wrist.

Thank god my house cat

pounced on the mouse mat,

trounced it in combat!

An unconventional end

for my two-dimensional friend.