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mother mousey loves her childs prayers

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I hope heaven is full of chocolate cake

Mousey mother smiled at her child
His prayer was honest, innocent and mild.
I love you so, she told her little man.
Determined to get him crumbs from the pan.

Categories: mousey, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme

Mousey Boys

I have grown old,
Yet I am still so young.
I am aged,
Like a fine wine.
My grapes have been crushed,
I have no juice left to give.
I am only a liquid that prepares itself to drown.
I am a dog
That prepares itself to be put down.
I am no longer a puppy
Who wishes to play.
I have no life left to

Categories: mousey, 10th grade, anger, animal,
Form: Free verse

Do-Badder Captain Mousey Mook

Captain Mousey Mook had a vile virile look
It makes him dashing said his long-time cook
She had a thing for this do-badder named Mook
Wishing he would someday sport a left-wrist hook.

It would be such an improvement to his natural look
Stated the cook, who got her recipes from a cheesy book.
Everyone knew she felt this way about

Categories: mousey, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Fate of Wee Willy Mousey

Wiley Wee Willy Mousey walked through the house
Careful to not wake another human or mouse
Tiptoeing beyond the cupboards to climb in the sink.
Where waited his girlfriend, Miss Curly Mouse Pink.

I’ve made a Jacuzzi, there are bubbles, she said.
Do not drink too many, or you will wind up kind of dead.
Wee Willy Mousey dove in but

Categories: mousey, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme

Mousey Spouse

as the daisy petal drops silver dew
on the green moss carpet down below
little buds budding far and few
drinking and sipping as it grew
tiny mass of mosstly plush
stilled the patter of feet in rush
tiny rodent playful mouse
running home to mousey spouse
feet wet with dampened dew
over tiny landscape flew
loving whiskers touching nose
twitching twitterly happy prose
home and heart

Categories: mousey, cute love, happy, love,
Form: Rhyme

Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her

Categories: mousey, animals, art, caregiving, cowboy-western,
Form: Ballad