MARTI THE MOUSE
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Marti, a mouse of discerning taste,
strung his hammock.
not of woven reeds,
nor silken thread pilfered
from a sleeping giant's beard,
but dandelion floss,
a sun-bleached tapestry
between two golden towers.
He wrestled the fluff,
a Herculean feat for one so small,
tied knots with nimble paws,
cursing only slightly
when a rogue seed tickled his nose.
Now, he swung,
a furry pendulum
in a field of green,
eyes half-closed,
whiskers twitching
at the buzzing of a bee.
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Judged: 8/17/2025 6:29:00 AM
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Placement: First
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Walt Disney's Mickey Mouse
Still struts through each media house,
With hose stretched tighter than his grin,
And yellow shoes too big for his thin shin.
Poor old Mickey Mouse
Minnie asking for a house
dreams in the trash
they being short on cash
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Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse
wanted to buy a fancy estate house
went scurrying to a corporation bank
found it full of greedy glitzy hanks !
breathes lost in fog
of our minds,
and the pain of
my liver,
is no release,
cooked
in the coals
of the fireplace.
I'm attracted
to the voices
when I sleep
when I wake up
screaming
out
the words...
I hate
myself.
I lost the coils
of the hose
as scrambled
and tied up
and the water
has no
release.
I don't know
how to live
anymore,
I've lost
and I'm dried
and I don't
even cry
and I violated
worse
than the selfishness
of myself.
I'm in wet freezing
of the sheets and clothes
of no animosity
felt but now so numb,
the mouse takes the crumbs.
JOY BY THE CANDLELIGHT
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Inside walls where shadows dance bright,
Lived Max the mouse, heart full of light.
By the soft candle's glow,
He would shiver, you know,
As he warmed his tiny paws through the night.
In the glow of the moon, Max felt bold,
With stories of cheese to be told.
He laughed with delight,
In the soft, golden candlelight,
As sweet dreams of bountiful feasts did unfold.
MOLLY THE MOUSE
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Molly the mouse, dressed in flair,
wore sun flowery dress with ribbons in hair.
With a hat on her head,
and her shoes painted red,
she twirled, but found no one there!
She checked all the nooks and the crannies,
for friends to admire her fancies.
But the cats had all fled
to make their submissions instead,
forcing Molly to imbibe in all her brandies.
MOUSE HOUSE*
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In my shoe, I found quite a sight,
a small mouse, with fur soft and light.
He twitched and he squeaked,
as I gasped and I freaked,
Then we both took off running in fright!
*This poem is written in memoriam and dedicated to the field mouse who mistakenly decided our garage would be a cool place to wait out summer's heat.
BLUE MOUSE GROUP
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The blue mouse group wrote through the night,
with their tiny nibs and ink, what a sight!
They scribbled and scrawled,
'Til on the stairs they sprawled,
They collapsed, what a comical fright!
MOUSE PRINCESS
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In a kingdom where cheese was the prize,
Lived a mouse princess with green eyes.
She donned a small crown,
Above her royal gown,
And danced under moonlit skies.
She hosted royal balls in the night,
With her friends, the brave bugs in flight.
They waltzed across the floor,
While the cats did snore and snore,
And the cheese wheels rolled with delight.
“Oh, dear!” squeaked the princess with glee,
“The best party’s here. Hurry! Come and see!”
With a nibble and bite,
We’ll feast till the morning light,
And toast with a crumb of brie!
the abandoned house was full of mice
I brought in my snake, Mr. Nice
he made sandwiches of each little beast
I watched him gulp down his squeaky feast
She’s a cat and I’m a mouse;
In my hair, she’s a louse!
She’s the boss of the house;
By mistake, she’s my spouse!
Her nature, then, I was unaware;
Her torture, now, I no longer bear!
My relation, with her is beyond repair;
I say all this, when I’m in utter despair!
Isn’t it common in every domicile?
Towards me, she’s never hostile!
Irresistible is her pleasant smile;
Minus her, I live not for a while!
She does this all to set me right;
Her one hug makes me fly like a kite!
Who was only one inch tall,
raised in a lab since he was, well...small,
doped on phenobarbital,
escaping o'er his prison wall.
Tell me friend, can you recall
King Mouse?
Who lived in a tidy little hole,
knew when the cat was on patrol?
Though cheese and crumbs he stole,
he never lived on the dole.
Let's sing praise and extoll
King Mouse!
Who was diminutive in size,
told the truth and never lied,
had big ears but never spied,
nor squealed, just squeaked and sighed?
All expectations he defied -
King Mouse!
His body small, his soul immense,
big ears heard every offence,
and you, who wanted to dispense,
are now awash with penitence,
as you consider recompense
for King Mouse.
Who knew the secrets that we kept,
never told, just cried and wept,
before he laid on the floor and slept?
At discretion he was adept.
You struck him with the broom while you swept -
King Mouse.
The coo of a mournful mourning dove
reminds us of the guy in the sky above
who we wouldn't touch without a glove.
But now as push comes to shove,
we realize we really love
King Mouse!
Already the morning
is full of momentum
and is beginning to crash through
the defences, leaving pieces
scattered behind.
There are always broken
things left in the wake of time.
Take that Mickey Mouse clock
for example
with the snapped spring
and missing hand, the toy truck
with the bent and rusted out
trailer, the football
with its perished bladder.
You would gather up
all the broken toys
and put them in a box
in the vague hope that one day
they could be fixed.
They never were.
A life always leaves
a long trail of debris behind
until there is nothing left
to fall off, break or perish.
Why did the teeny, tiny mouse,
With the gigantic size cheese,
Grow as big as a house
And the cheese, smaller than bees?
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