Short Mousey Poems

Homey Domey Gomey Loamy Foamy Stoamy Roamy Doo
Delighted mice are dancing, around the kitty fiddler’s shoe
an hour ago I counted happy rodents numbering up to sixty-two
None of them realizing they are being led to a pot of tasty mousey stew...

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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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That blackie cat sat fattened 'neath the ol' pumpkin moon,

While the yummies in his tummy sang a hummy little tune,

No more twitchy, glitchy, witchy tails or mousey little feets,

For he'd gobbled all those goblins up as trick-or-treat eats!






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Good Luck Halloween" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.

( I used photograph number two )...

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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 Captain Mousey Mook
When he heard it though, he plank-walked the cook....

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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 live.
So bring me to the mountains,
Like one of those mousey boys.
And put me out of my misery and shoot me in the head.
...

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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 accidentally hit hard his head.
So Miss Curly Mouse Pink called up her other boyfriend Rat Fred....

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Arthur Rackham lived to draw:
Observe the dreamy things he saw
In his fey, fantastic brain—
Elves and fairies, sprites and trolls,
Giant birds, huge rabbit holes,
Yet the man himself seemed sane…
Modest, mousey, very plain.

Grey and green and burnished brown,
Embroidering  an elf-queen’s gown,
Or the foggy English skies
Looming somber up above—
Moody colors children love
And their parents prize as well:
Rackham’s visionary spell.....

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