Through the window I looked one day At a poor lassie in troubled display She stood high on a chair In such a terrified stare Shouting "Oh! please, please go away" I needed to view this even more Running round I looked in the door So afraid in her house Of a little door-mouse Sweat was running from her pores So being the gentleman that I am To get this damsel out of this jam I said "Hey! furry dude Please don't be so rude For your scaring this poor little madam" So I gently picked up the door-mouse And kindly removed from her house Her tears turned to joy Throwing her arms round this boy Not long after, she became my spouse http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php