Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Hickory dickory dock


Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up the clock
Dunkin and Phoebe played tag
Till the mouses tail wouldnt wag

While Rich and I were asleep
We didnt hear narry a peep
The body was dropped on the bed
And was found in the morning quite dead.

When I screamed and woke up the hubs
He used his cane to pound him like a club
Again I screamed, NO BLOOD
So in the loo he was flushed in a flood

That was our story on Monday
You could say it was a fun day
Excitement was in the house
In the form of a little field mouse.






5 comments:

Julierose said...

Y U C K...time of the year--the durn little critters want to come in...you are quite the poet...;))) hugs, Julierose

Siouxzq64@gmail.com said...

Awe you didn't appreciate the gift of the wee beastie?

Jeanna said...

There is no end to your creativity!

Rosemary Dickinson said...

Your kitties did a good job. Too bad it's scary! I'd be screaming my head off!

barbara woods said...

I heard tiny feet last night to