House Mouse and Titmouse Quarrel

The little house mouse said, “Isn’t it a shame,
How the tufted titmouse has stolen our good name?”
The titmouse could not refrain as she shook her pointed crest
To answer in disdain, “You’re nothing but a pest!”

“The titmouse comes from a proud family and perhaps by now you’ve guessed,
We’re related to the chickadee, we fly with the very best.
We’re also kin to nuthatches, but we have a broader tail.
While the mouse just sits and scratches, cross the skies we sail.”

The mouse was caught off guard, so embarrassed he could die
Until he thought real hard and came back with this reply:
“The house mouse is a mighty creature, having a feature incredible and rare,
He can put a hundred and thirty pound teacher on top of a chair!”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Cadet Avatar
December 1, 2016 at 10:31 PM
Clever poem, Sir. Congrats on the placement in the contest. -- Wesley C.
Tate Avatar
December 2, 2016 at 8:25 AM
Thanks Wesley for putting on a contest of my namesake. He was younger than me, so I considered him a junior. Since he's gone now, do you suppose I could inherit his Pulitzer Prise? :) I'd say no. We were miles apart in style.
Dietrich Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 9:23 AM
oh this is excellent humor, James. Awesome ending!!
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November 13, 2016 at 9:32 AM
Andrea, from such an astute poet, I consider that a significant comment.
Allison Avatar
November 12, 2016 at 6:30 PM
Great humour James I loved the ending of the poem it really made me smile:-) hugs jan xx
Tate Avatar
November 13, 2016 at 9:30 AM
Thanks Jan. The poem won recognition in the the Downtown Tulsa Library years ago.
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