Mousey Poems - Poems about Mousey

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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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