I once saw a mouse
Upon a doll’s house Sniffing and twitching his nose I asked how he was And he looked right across And said, not too bad I suppose
I asked, Are you waiting
For someone or thing He sighed, no I’m lost And it’s a fine ding-a-ling
I asked, can I help or show you the way
Where were you headed or going today He said I don’t know for I’m really quite small I thought I’d remember but I just can’t recall
He started to sniffle
Then started to cry I said now don’t get upset I’m not, I’ve something in my eye!
I gave him a hankie
See if this helps He wiped his face Blew his nose and yelped!
I asked, what’s wrong now
Have you hurt your nose? No he replied I’ve just stubbed my toes
He shuddered and trembled
And gave a great sneeze He cried I’ve remembered I was going for some cheese
He thanked me and said
I must be on my way The shop will soon close It’s Wednesday; half day
He scuttled away
With his tail close behind I thought, well how strange It’ll play on my mind
That hankie was a gift
From my great uncle Bob That rascal just took it Without even a nod
Written on August 2009
This poem is part of the Poetry Book “
Positively Poetic – Volume 3“ Modern Animal Poems Artistic poem on Story Honorable thoughts on Thanks
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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