Vivien Wade Poet Rhyme

Who Am I

WHO AM I?

I may be dressed in colours
of grey brown and white
and being quiet and tiny
yet can cause quite a fright.

I'm found in different places
sometimes I can run free,
other times I am where 
I just don't want to be.

I'm only worth a few cents
if you bought me in a shop
but it's a different story
when I am given the chop.

Now you must have guessed,
that I'm a little mouse,
maybe you have seen me,
running in your house.

I've become imortalised
by a furniture man of fame
who carved tiny wooden mice
Robert Thompson was his name.

I sit on antique furniture
which causes the price to rise
whether tables desks or chairs
once found I'm greatly prized.

You may not have been pleased
to see me running in your house
but you'll derive great pleasure
to find this special wooden mouse.

Copyright © Vivien Wade Aug.20 2016

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Chris Green June 19, 2017 at 11:55 AM Love the poem and now I am off to read about Robert Thompson. That sounds like such a cool thing to do, I can't wait to see some of his furniture. Thanks so much for sharing this. Chris Green June 21, 2017 at 5:07 PM I did, I went out online and saw some of his work. It is amazing and now that you mention it, I believe I recall seeing this on Antiques Roadshow. That is one of my favorite shows. Vivien Wade June 21, 2017 at 2:08 AM Hope you found about him. First made mouse in 1919, always made on oak. Vivien Wade June 19, 2017 at 7:35 PM Thanks Chris. I have watch a program called Antique Roadshow where I saw the wooden mouse on furniture, Very pricey. Pleased it stimulated interest. Blessings, Vivien

Daniel Turner June 19, 2017 at 9:43 AM I had to google robert thompson. Never heard of him before nor his famous furniture. Cool poem, Vivien(Scarlett):) Vivien Wade June 19, 2017 at 7:38 PM Scarlett was happy that the mouse perked your interest. Not a poem our farmers would like to hear at the moment. There is a mouse plague and their are millions in crops, in houses, beds, etc. Yuk. Blessings, Vivien