A Mouse at the Show

An Omneon mouse at IBC 2004
The mouse in the bag is ready to go
To Amsterdam quickly for his first trade show.
At setup he performs with amazing aplomb
And hopes high definition will not be a bomb.
There's badges with barcodes and buttons that flash
Our be-ribboned rodent is cutting a dash.
At last the show opens; he steps on to the stand
Preparing to sell and present on demand.
He stands at attention while doing booth duty
Offering guidance, opinion, but no mousie booty.
He also gives speeches about Julia Carling
If it wasn't for Essex she'd be his darling.
He counsels the sales force in proper procedure
For handhelds and pawhelds with no creeping feature.
He adds to morale and the job satisfaction
Of the Maytag repairmen in servicing action.
It's time for the bash where our rodent is squeaking
So the mouse scurries briskly and practices geeking.
The mouse gives a keynote at the cocktail party
On three H-D codecs with optimum clarity.
At cocktails with Emma who cares about duty?
He recants all his vows about no mousie booty.
Alas much too soon he is back on the stand
More sober, and wiser, than he'd ever planned.
Now dusk is breaking, it's time to leave
Old Amsterdam town will cure him of his peeve.
And now he's in Dam Square - he already looks happier
His ears are akimbo and his fur is much glossier.
There are some strange sights in memorial statuary -
Our lady of rodents in front of a granary.
And some of the locals don't seem normal either
But mouse is broad minded - an open believer.
He and his companions fall in for some brews
It's Stella by starlight and old wooden shoes.
Such fine crystal ware our rodent is thinking,
With mouse sized straws it's handy for drinking.
And now day is done it's time for a sauna
Complete with some citrus, some flora, and fauna.
He now is retired in his Dutch hotel,
Dreaming of tulips and their lovely smell.