Best Mice Poems
I am in my house,
With a panicked mouse.
Coming back from the fridge
Going through the sand-ridge
Into its hole in a jiffy
Then squeaking out - Yippee !
Then come two rats
With a hard pat on the back
Running along with its mate
Making things obfuscate
Around the bagful of nickels
Crossing the jar full of pickles
The rat and its mate came back trotting
With a block of cheese that was rotting
After some time in a line
Came a parade f rats and mice
With and hats and lice.
Everyone was mournful
But a mouse eating a mouthful
Who was happy and glad
Was making everyone sad.
He ate with nosh
Wearing a hat that was posh
After hogging and stuffing
He got up puffing,
Ready for his quest
Sqeaking good bye to the rest,
He leaped across a runnel
And ran into a thicket
Never to be spotted again.
Trouble, trouble in the mown rye!
Sneaky snakes slither round and by,
silently squeezing through rubble
in the mown rye, trouble, trouble!
Sneaky snakes eat rats in the field,
mice and bugs that damage the yield.
Common problems farmers must beat.
Rats in the field, sneaky snakes eat.
Friendship extends to snakes today.
Sneaky snakes are welcome to stay.
Sneaky snakes are the farmers' friends.
To snakes today, friendship extends.
Give thanks, give thanks to sneaky snakes!
The farmers' friends that up the stakes
keeping deeds away from the banks!
To sneaky snakes give thanks, give thanks!
A cat pursuing mice
seems never
to think twice;
an owl swooping on prey
shows no thought
of delay--
Then enters man--
expressing volition,
a higher moral ground
of conscious
contrition--
yet kills for sport
as well as nutrition…
Oh! on occasion
for God
and country….
The mice cavort and squeak and laugh.
I offer them my autograph.
They dance and hide under the couch.
Their waltzing prowess I can vouch.
I hear giggles every day.
They are my friends in every way.
nobody here,
nobody there
I enjoy my breakfast on Jupiter
scattered
and radiant
the shimmery shoreline
rumbles in redness
in sickened harmony
nobody here,
nobody there
the reckless arsonist
has a talent
of unknown origin
what an illusory
amazing paradox
condemned for heresies
for an enormity
to the final battle
mice will march
nobody here,
nobody there
surrounded by
a surreal dominion
strangely through daytime
there is a crux
a rebus
a flux
just like crusaders
for the revelation
mice will march
the order is broken
they will deduce
and I just sit
with a bottle in hands
and watch in silence
nice mice fight
against
the creepy coral cat
still
nobody here,
nobody there
A fat cat from Ararat
Ate too many mice and there she sat,
I have gorged myself I do confess,
My stomach is in great distress.
All I can do is sit and stare
As mice pass by without a care,
There's only so much one cat can do,
Perhaps the farmer might need two.
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I should right my wrongs here. In this piece there is not one word correctly spelled, yet they're all accepted English words. Spelling errors get right up my gut and in poetry they detract from the flavor.
MY SPELLING IS FINE
I'd been taught since but a mite
nursery rhymes and poems recite
primary colors red and blue
numbers one to eighty-two
and sing along with "Wet Wet Wet"
but not letters of the alphabet
of course it's plain for you to see
I know not my A, B, C
instead of writing poetry
I'll write a dictionary
Debbie, I know you asked for serious, bilingual poetry. I thought I'd throw this in the brew for fun. Loved your example, by the way. :)
Three Blind Mice (Parody)
Three blind mice, Three blind mice
Unwisely they ran after the farmer’s wife
Who decapitated their tails with a carving knife
Did you ever see such atrocity in your life
With three blind Mice
Red splash of colour
Golden field of wheat, stupor
Silent micro feet
Atmospheric mackerel sky
Unhurried kind of beauty.
A Scotsman's daughter named Nelly
drew pictures of mice on her belly.
That night in a dream
she squeaked out a scream
and woke with a tail in New Delhi.
mice roller derby
begins at dusk in my home
… AUTUMN has arrived
for Lauren
Boo-Witches Cat Eyes Halloween Mice
Ghost and goblins stretch high above the street
Hidden in shadows, witches with crooked teeth
Those beady eyes, longest noses twitch at Halloween's beat
A crescendo building towards those lil cute mice, trick for treat
Naivety and innocence follow those scampering feet
Held tightly to their chest are bagfuls of sweet
A witches cat stalks the cute pinks, hidden in maddening heat
Held close to whiskers of doom, yellow tape and a coroners sheet
One more house to trick for treat, mice's abode, saves lil heartbeat
Gone is the rush of the blood, as whiskers boos an elongated retreat
10/18/17
Once there was a very tiny mouse.
Who came to live in a very large house.
He made a nest inside the wall.
And had lots of fun running up and down the hall.
There came a time when he smelled some cheese,
And he climbed the table and was very pleased.
For sitting there in the middle, was a big plate of Swiss.
And he made a dive and couldn't hardly miss.
He was enjoying himself and had had his fill.
When a lady came in and started to squeal.
She was very tall and very slim,
She reached for the cheese plate to try to catch him.
He was quick as a wink and flew out of her reach.
Jumped into a fruit bowl and onto a peach.
The peach was so fuzzy, he let out a squeek.
Then trying to hide was quite a big feat.
The lady kept looking but it was in vain.
For the mouse was now hidden behind a glass pane.
She finally gave up and went back to her work.
But once in a while you could see her head jerk.
For out of the corner of her eye she was spying,
to get a glimpse of any movement trying.
He tiptoed so quietly back into the hall.
And the lady never noticed and soon left for the mall.
He knew from now on, he would have to be cautious.
and not do anything that would make people nautious.
He kept himself clean, that is, clean as a mouse could.
He didn't leave droppings as he knew other mice would.
He kept to himself until one Christmas Eve.
When he heard what he thought was a message to leave.
Dear Santa had stopped by this large house so fine.
And had been ask by this lady to dine.
The mouse knew who Santa was and saw his big pack.
And decided to hide in it before Santa came back.
He found a nice place, inside of a shoe.
And fell fast asleep before he even knew.
Adventure was his on that magical night.
Dear Santa took him on a marvelous flight.
And when it was over, he decided to stay.
With dear Santa, who carried him home with him, that day.
For Anything Goes contest by Constance La France
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house floor
the mice do play. The cat is wise and starts to chase, this is war.
The mice very nimble and fast invade the cabinets and drawers.
Into the stockings that hung on the fireplace, set their teeth there.
Burrowing holes through the stockings all you could see were their
long tails. Through the bottom they wiggle their nose on those
cute little faces. The cat chases-them-all- up through the enclose
chimney as St. Nicholas shimmed down. There was a loud howled
OW! In agony as mice snapped at St. Nicholas backside as he scowled.
Children snug in their beds heard a cry of pain from down stairs.
They sprang from their beds and ran to see strewn chairs, teddy bears
and St. Nicholas flat on his back as mice made a dash into his bag of toys.
The cat quick on his feet chase the mice making dreadful noise;
up the Christmas tree crashing it down, breaking ornaments, and toys.
Weaving through furniture, knocking over lamps, and around
St. Nicholas trampled cookies and milk. The noise settles down
and the children help St. Nicholas, bandage his injured backside.
When out on the lawn there arouse such a clatter, the reindeer guide
was yelling, hurry St. Nicholas were running late, get on and ride.
St. Nicholas, he did whistle, and as loud as he could,
and call them by name while side by side they stood;
"Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER, and VIXEN!
On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONNER and BLITZEN!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
St. Nicholas did pout and squall.
Sure, would love some Ole buttermilk,
I didn't get my cookies and milk."
12/4/2019
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