A Mouse’s Tail

But it’s not my fault
Cried the mouse in dismay
I though I knew where I was
But appear to have lost my way

Sat at the foot of my bed
With his hands under his head
He tried through his tears
To relate what is here

I set out early this morn
After nibbling on some corn
For my breakfast
On the cob is best

I was on raring to go
The Great Mouse Show
A long walk it is
But not one to miss

With my stout trusty stick
And my cloak good and thick
I set out on the long winding road
It was a lovely quiet day
And not many passed my way
Except a snail and a croaky black toad

The sun was rising
And warming the fields
Not a cloud just some bees and a fly
A warm gentle breeze
Blowing soft through the trees
A day that warms your heart with a sigh

The going was hard
For the ground was quite rough
And soon I cried aloud
I’d stubbed my toe
On a large round stone
For the field was all freshly ploughed!

The furrows once high
And then very low
Enough to make a mouse squeak!
But I tucked in my tail
And continued my toil
Well the show was only on for one week!

After long hours of drudge
Aching back and tender feet
I decided no further can I go
Well I’m only a mouse
And despite what you’ve heard
Our legs are quite small you know!

With a weary old sigh
Off to one side I did saw
A nice bit of shade neath a tree
I hobbled across
And settled right down
And said now this’ll do for me

After quenching my thirst
With some juice I had brought
I felt my little nose start to hum
With a weary old sigh
I got up from the ground
And discovered that I’d caught the sun!

Without further ado
I continued my trek
To a hedgerow at the end of the field
I must be nearly there
Well if not, at the least half way
To myself I despairingly appealed

Just a jaunty quick stride now
Along the edge of the road
Past many a house and nice bush
I sauntered along
And was humming a tune
I’ll be there very soon, no more fuss

But with time marching on
I went for the bus
And stood at the stop in a line
Before very long
With a familiar song
The bus came along with a whine

I boarded and sat
With my tired achy feet
And decide to massage and squeeze
But I jumped from my skin
With a terrified squeak
As the woman behind gave a sneeze!

She cried, it’s no good
From under her hankie
I’m allergic to mice, dogs and cats
Which ones, I enquired
Conkers! She cried
And anyway my cottage is thatched!

Well with that I was dismayed
And headed for the door
Trying hard but just couldn’t believe
What the lady had said
She’s as daft as a bird
I exclaimed feeling now quite relieved

We’ll have less of that!
Said a Crow who was perched
On a lamppost and looking all pleased
I said perhaps it’s time
Yes quite certain it is
That I took from you my leave

But just never mind
For looking ahead
I cried with a heart full of glee
For just over the fence
At the end of the lane
Was the end of the road for me

Bustling with people
Beneath a tall old oak
Was the event I had dreamed of for days
With stalls in abundance
And food laden tables
And cakes on pretty pink trays

But my joy was short-lived
As I noticed a sign
Above a gate with the entrance below
I read in confusion
It must be an illusion
For the sign read ‘The Great MOOSE Show

Well I turned around
In amazed disbelief
Shook my head and trundled away
Shed a tear from my eye
And just couldn’t believe
It had certainly ruined my day

With my head hanging low
I decided to go
But to where I asked my tired eyes
So I aimed myself east
And said well at least
A full moon is high in the sky

Now before very long
I came upon a house
With a door that was slightly ajar
I quietly crept in
And listened and then
Heard you snoring up the tall stairs

And so here I am
Waking up on your bed
With my spirits beginning to rise
Telling my tale
To you my dear friend
With a twinkle of mirth in your eyes

But alas I must leave
For there is still far to go
And my wife will be wondering where
I should have been home
Tucked up nicely in bed
And dreaming without any care

So thanks for your help
Your ears and your smile
But now I must bid you farewell
I may again pass this way
On a nice sunny morn
With my wife and children as well

But before that bright day
And not a moment too soon
I’m gonna up-grade my glasses
With a powerful zoom!

Written on September 2010

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Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao

A nice, lovely about the mouse, mistaking “Moose” for a “Mouse”. The narrative is quite interesting. It is an excellent poem for the children to read or to be helped to read.

Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao

A nice, lovely tale about the mouse, mistaking “Moose” for a “Mouse”. The narrative is quite interesting. It is an excellent poem for the children to read or to be helped to read.