A wise mouse lived alone in a narrow hole he had dug
in the soft soil in the backyard flank of a large house,
whose owner had a pet cat that seemed the master
of the house, for she moved around majestically
in the sprawling premises with an agile feline grace.
Once as the mouse was sniffing the ground for food
the sprightly cat chased him, but failed to catch,
for the alert mouse ran like lightning into the hole.
From that day the cat sat all the while by the hole,
waiting for the mouse to come out in search of food.
The hungry mouse faced a problem of life and death,
choice of death from hunger or being a prey to the cat
became a huge predicament, but he chose the latter,
for there was a chance that the cat wouldn’t be in sight,
and outside the hole he could find fast food to survive.
After his stomach was full his brain started to work,
flashing a novel idea across his confounded mind.
He crawled cautiously, dug a few more holes wide apart,
the confused cat didn’t know where the mouse was,
who was happy for inventing a bright piece of thought.
Moral : A little thought can solve almost all problems.
Back in history, in days of old
Twas then that knights were very bold
And the ladies were covered in gold
It was in that time there lived a bold knight
Who would satisfy the ladies at night
And with gold they would see him right
There was a fair maiden, Lucy-Mae
Who could not keep a secret, try as she may
And her husband found out she’d been led astray
He swore revenge, the knight must die
At night an ambush he would try
And the knight surely in hell would fry
It was just after the setting of the sun
The knight did come on the run
So eager was he to begin his fun
Around the corner, unaware was he
Waited magical sword called Thantee
The aim was low, well above the knee
The sword did his manhood sever
Gone was it, no more to use, never ever
Became a member of court, eunuch forever
Now there’s a moral, a tale to be told
Keep your pants zippered, don’t be too bold
And you’ll be intact until your old
There were once three Caracaras; who sought water of a carafe.
The first thought to use it to bathe a big giraffe,
but found the vessel very small for indeed the giraffe was so very tall.
The second thought to use the water to brew a giant wild game stew,
but alas there was not enough; so with this task he was through~
the third bird was dying of thirst and sought of but three drops…
Alas, the water in the carafe had evaporated holding less than one mere drop…
The bird became distraught and sucked upon some rocks.
However, she held the carafe for it began to rain and
she would soon gain her fill of more than a mere drop.
Moral: A little patience goes a long way when one works with what you’ve got ;-)