The king , the mouse .. and the very untidy house

Standing alone 
At a regal address
Was the house of a king
In a terrible mess
The king was so busy 
Too much for two hands
Since the queen got fed up 
Of his royal demands 
He woke late each morning 
Left the house in a state 
The kings table was messy 
Full of dirty old plates
A hall full of mail
Blocking up the front door 
And the bathroom was damp
With wet towels on the floor
This went on for a while
Too long some might say 
Until everything changed
For the better one day 
From work he returned 
To an awesome surprise 
His house had been cleaned
He couldn’t believe his own eyes
The king was so baffled
As to who’d be so kind 
To clean up his mess 
With no trace left behind 
The plates were all washed 
The bed was made fresh
And his letters were stacked
Into piles on his desk
The towels on the floor 
Folded neatly in place
It brought a tear to the cheek
Of the smiling kings face 
This daily routine 
Happened week after week
Until the king found a mouse 
On his bed fast sleep 
‘A mouse ‘ yells the king 
To his shock and his horror 
I can’t have you here
Not today or tomorrow 
I am a king 
I don’t mingle with mice
I’m telling you once
And I won’t tell you twice 
The king grabbed a broom 
And swept mouse out the door 
His poor feet moved so fast 
Barely touching the floor
The door slammed with a thud
Hitting him on the head 
Mouse was out in the cold 
The king left him for dead
The days went on by 
The kings mail piled up high 
He never hung out his towels 
On the line to get dry
Dinner plates in the kitchen
left out just like before 
And not once did he sweep
The broom over the floor 
The king was confused 
As to where he’d gone wrong 
His house had been tidied
For him for so long 
There was one explanation 
As the king had no spouse
The mysterious cleaner
Must of been the wee mouse
‘ The mouse ‘ yelled the king 
To his shock and his horror 
I must have it here 
If not today then tomorrow 
I am the king 
I want that wee mouse 
To come back to me 
And clean up my house
The king set about 
Searching high and then low 
He was so disappointed 
That he’d made the mouse go 
He looked in the garden 
In the old potting shed
Unturned all of the rocks 
Checked all flower beds
As time rolled on by
Hope was now bleak
Until out from a hole in the wall
Came a squeak !