New Mouse House

My mouse was looking dejected,
I needed to give it a hand,
His balls were decidedly dirty,
He’s not optical – you understand.
So, I gave him a new pad to live in,
He’s quite a contented mouse,
He just lies there smiling,
On top of his new house.

I don't know what you mouse pad looks like (we don't even have one at home) but my work one was looking rather tatty. Our technology guru had enough one day and gave me a new one. Hence, the poem. I used the mouse ball reference because I thought it funny - of course I have an optical mouse. Well, at work, in any case.