A mouse in the house
There was a mouse,
he was loose in our house.
He left "calling cards",
and the surfaces he marred.
I was in a panic,
my husband used the word "manic".
To rid our castle of this varmit,
before he chewed holes in our garments!
So traps, they were purchased,
and installed on all exposed surface.
To catch this wiley rodent.
But before they could do the trick,
the mouse, he turned up "in the drink. (Mom's toilet)
And thus ended untimely, the rodent.
he was loose in our house.
He left "calling cards",
and the surfaces he marred.
I was in a panic,
my husband used the word "manic".
To rid our castle of this varmit,
before he chewed holes in our garments!
So traps, they were purchased,
and installed on all exposed surface.
To catch this wiley rodent.
But before they could do the trick,
the mouse, he turned up "in the drink. (Mom's toilet)
And thus ended untimely, the rodent.
Chica--very lovely! I must validate your critical success with this foray into poetic expression. Think of your future, a collection of Odes to Vermin. I see a bestseller. Continue to create from your heart and soul.
Chico--my goodness, man, as her husband surely you must have some control over her public displays to keep her from embarrassing herself with poetry that surpasses even Frost in its cliche and triteness. Of course, if you'd get around to writing your novel, this would be a moot point. One "G" in the literary world is enough, doncha think?
Posted by
Bego |
25 August, 2006 10:43
It's a bit like Suess gone Poe. I like that.
Posted by
Skittles |
27 August, 2006 07:15