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A Mouse And A Man




In the anters and shadows of this baleful life
perhaps the little brown mouse searching in silence
bewray a lonesome story behold

For eyes to wander a brief candle behold
in hushed light, enwheeled...this pitiful life
if only, my friend, to peer in silence

where love had flown in years of silence
to gape for dawn, a friendship behold
in ghostly thought of scurried life

From the cold reality of life where painful silence smothers, Behold!! compassion is born..

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Definitions-

Anters - Caves
Baleful-Mortal
Bewray-Reveal
Brief Candle- Life is compared to a candle flame
Enwheeled- Encompassed
Ghostly-Holy
Gape-Long/Yearn




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From Mouse to Spouse

Through the window I looked one day
At a poor lassie in troubled display
She stood high on a chair
In such a terrified stare
Shouting "Oh! please, please go away"

I needed to view this even more
Running round I looked in the door
So afraid in her house
Of a little door-mouse
Sweat was running from her pores

So being the gentleman that I am
To get this damsel out of this jam
I said "Hey! furry dude
Please don't be so rude
For your scaring this poor little madam"

So I gently picked up the door-mouse
And kindly removed from her house
Her tears turned to joy
Throwing her arms round this boy
Not long after, she became my spouse








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php


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A Mouse in the House

A little grey mouse snuck into the house to get himself out of the cold. Then the house cat Who saw where he sat pursued him I am told. The lazy old dog who sleeps like log was startled by the chase, So she woke up her own small pup and they joined in the race. My sister the baby decided that maybe she would give it a try, She started a spat And was scratched by the cat and then she started to cry. That’s when mom called to Uncle Tom to come and lend a hand, With a straw broom mom circled the room knocking plants from off a stand. In came my dad and he was quite mad because the house was in disarray He was vexed with what happened next But it happened just this way. Our two brave bowsers chased the mouse up dad’s trousers He thought he’d be safe in there. Until Dad started to dance with the mouse in his pants Then he jumped up on a kitchen chair. Mom smacked dad’s seat and then came a repeat And the mouse climbed out of his pocket. Unseen by all he started to crawl into the wall through an open socket. Later that night, With no one in sight, I put out a nut for the little mouse. I had no hate toward him, And I tried to reward him. Even if he was trapped inside our house. I told him my name, And he did the same, Then he stuffed the nut into his cheeks. He said thanks for the food, And I don’t mean to be rude, But that was the most fun that I’ve had in weeks.


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The Christmas Mouse's Prayer

An acorn wreath hung above his bed
In an old matchbox he laid his head
One magical night on Christmas Eve
Chester the mouse rolled up his sleeves…

“There is something I must do!”

”I will pray for this family who shares their house
God will hear my prayers even though I’m a mouse! 
He hopped from his bed and knelt to pray
One tiny request for Christmas day”

“Dear God in heaven,
Tomorrow as I celebrate Jesus’ birth
And your great sacrifice upon this earth
Remember this old house on Mulberry Street
Where a six year old girl has little to eat
I combed through the cupboards to share some crumbs
When she spied my gray tail she began to run
What else can a little mouse do
so her mother can prepare some Christmas stew?

Ps. You should hear her stomach growl, God.

Please watch over this house 
Your humble mouse,
Chester

A gray silhouette hopped into bed
With images of Bethlehem in his head
While humming his favorite Christmas tune
He believed his prayer would be answered soon
                       



This poem was written exclusively for Gail Doyle's Contest~
Christmas in July/Christmas Magic









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The Mouse is a Rat - Show Me the Funny II

The mouse in our house is a rat,
I'm now quite certain of that.
It's not little and cute,
It's long and uncouth.
Can't wait til I hear it go splat!

11/16/12
(An apology to all animal lovers. I really do not
want to kill it. I love animals too. I just want the
germy rodent out of my house, and I want him to 
stay gone!)
For Andrea's "Show Me the Funny Part II" contest


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My Pet Mouse Joe

I have a mouse
in my house,
In my house
is a naughty mouse.

He scares my Mummy,
He tickles my tummy
and nibbles at my toe,
Yet he is my dear Joe!

He steals my swiss cheese,
My cake and my pie piece;
He sleeps in my bed
Wearing pajamas red.

He goes out on a date
and comes home late,
Sometimes he makes me mad,
At times happy, at times sad.

But my love for him is such
I love him more than too much,
He is dear Joe, my pet mouse,
Right here, in this very house!


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A Mouse's Short Life

My mouse just sat there_not beaming
It would not make the pointer move
I tried to resuscitate
But its power was waning
Batteries would not rejuvenate
Its brain was loose in the USB port
Well, all things go at some time
I was going to bury him but my grandson took him
He came alive again just what he wanted...
I now have a new mouse
Who is lively and excited about being held by me
I am excited to hold him too......... 


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A Mouse in the House

Is there anything cuter than a little mouse?
The rascals are cute, but I don't want them in my house!
They get into my cupboard, and eat all the food that's there.
Those creatures run around leaving their droppings everywhere,
chewing holes in the walls to create their lair.
The mothers have babies by the dozen. They sure multiply!
Pretty soon, I will have loads of them running low and high.
I want to keep them out before they get in.
That way, I can avoid getting a big bill from Orkin!





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The little mouse i met

Late one August evening, in the cold and wet, I looked outside the window and a little mouse I met, She was sitting in the tree tops covered by the leaves, Sheltering her self from the strong blowing breeze. I got out my umbrella and my coat so warm, Then slowly made my way across the green wet lawn, Trying not to scare her from out her little tree, Hoping to get near enough to ask her home with me, “Hello little mouse, will you come in from the rain?” She didn’t seem to hear me so I asked her once again, “Hello little mouse, will you come in for some tea?” Then all at once she answered, oh so quietly, “That would be just lovely, that would be a treat, Just to get in from the cold, and warm my little feet, I've been out here all day, i've nowhere else to go, Id be so very grateful if you took me to your home, I wouldn’t make a sound, I wouldn’t make a peep, All I need is somewhere warm where I can go to sleep”. I took her in my hand and walked back to the house, Being oh so gentle as I held this little mouse, I found a little match box which I gave her for a bed, I put it near the fire so she could warm her little head, She snuggled down so tightly in the matchbox nice and warm, “Goodnight” she said so peacefully then gave a little yawn, I wrapped a piece of cheese up and a little slice of bread, I laid them down beside her, next to her weary head, “Goodnight little mouse, sleep well until the morn”, Then off I went to rest my head and dream until the dawn. When morning came I went downstairs to see the little mouse, But noticed that she was no longer sleeping in my house, All was left was crumbs of cheese and bread that I had gave, The little matchbox where she slept was very neatly made, I looked out of the window at the early morning dew, The sun shone down upon my face, reminding me of you, I hope that your ok and you get to where you need, I’ll think of you always, and hope you’ll think of me, And when I see a tree top, I never will forget, That cold wet night in august and the little mouse I met.


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THE FIELD MOUSE CAME CALLING

As I was strolling through the woods,
I saw him hiding there.
So quiet, meek and mild was he,
So sweet, I found him fair.

That evening by the campfire,
I spied him once again,
Sitting just outside the glow,
He tried hard to blend in,

And not be seen by firelight,
He came to guitar strum,
He timidly crept closer,
As to the tune I hummed.

Crouching there beside my knee,
The cutest little mouse,
Came to listen to my song,
And grace me and my spouse,

With his quiet company,
For he was all alone,
And I felt blessed to have him come,
For people oft are prone,

To screech and rave about a mouse,
Or something they think vermin,
This tiny little thing of God's,
Did not so me determine.

                                      Judy Ball


We so often miss out on a blessing because we fear something or sonsider it beneath us.
Once on a camping trip as I sat strumming my guitar by the fire, a little field mouse came into the camp and cuddled by my knee as I knelt on the ground with my guitar.
I felt so honored that he came. He must have been terribly lonely or cold or hungry or something to trust us that way.
He came to the soothing music I guess.
When I moved he scurried away and I felt I'd somehow lost something special.


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