Skiing Mouse
Mouse skier with a zizzle and a zazzle
Never suffers from frostbite or razzle
We cannot get him to dismount his skis
Coaxing him with all kinds of stuff including please.
He will no doubt be an Olympian mouse.
I see him out there, projecting over a house.
He’s got ramps in our kitchen, including one on the sink.
When my mother sees him up there, her face turns quite pink
Why can’t you practice at your own house? She asks.
This is one of my houses, he says, getting out his blue flask.
We did not realize we were sharing our home with him.
He is one of my besties now, his name is fat Jim.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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