A Mouses Tale

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A ​Mouses Tale

But it's not my fault, cried the mouse in dismay.
I knew where I was going, though it was far, far away.
Sat at the foot of my bed, with his hands beneath 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 planning to go to "The Great Mouse Show".
A long walk it is, but not one to miss,
And confident I was, well, you know.

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 rising high and warming the sky,
Not a cloud, just some bee's and and a fly.
A warm, gentle breeze blowing softly through the trees,
Kind of day that warms your heart with a sigh.

Now, the going was getting tough 
And I soon cried aloud, 
"What a mess of soil and toil",
For the field was freshly ploughed!

The furrows at once high and then valley deep,
Was enough to make a grown mouse squeak!
But I tucked in my tail and continued my trail,
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, 
We only have small legs you know!

With a weary old sigh, off to one side I did spy,
A nice bit of shade neath a tree.
I hobbled across and settled myself 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 frown, I got up from the ground,
That's all I need, I've caught the sun!

Without further ado, I continued and pushed through,
A hedgerow at the end of the field. 
I must be nearly there, well if not, half way at the least,
To myself I despairingly appealed.

Just a jaunty quick stride along the edge of the road,
Past many a garden in bloom.
I sauntered along and was humming a song, 
I'll be there before long, very soon.

With the sun beating down on the top of my crown
And my nose begining to fuss.
And my tyred achy feet now begining to greet,
I said, "Sod this, I'll go catch a bus".

The number 36 should just do the trick, 
So I stood at the stop, in a line. 
Before very long, with familiar song,
The bus came to a halt with a whine.

I took up my seat with my tired achy feet,
And decide to massage and squeeze. 
But I jumped from my skin and returned just therein,
As the woman behind gave a sneeze!
She cried, "It's no good", from inside her hood, 
"I'm allergic to mice, dogs and trees".
"Which ones?", I enquired, holding on to my ears, 
"Big leaves, with acorns attached?".
"Oh, no", she replied, "They're conkers my dears, 
And anyway my cottage is thatched".

Well with that, I am sure, I ran for the door,
Trying hard but just couldn't believe. 
What my ears had just heard, "She's as daft as a bird", 
I exclaimed, feeling, now quite relieved.

"We'll have less of that!", said a sparrow who sat, 
On a lamppost and looking dismayed. 
Says I, "Well it's time, yes, quite certain it is,
That I got on my merry old way".

But just never mind, for looking behind, 
I cried with a modicum of glee. 
For over the fence at the end of the lane,
Was the end of the journey for me. 

Bustling with people, neath a tall church steeple,
Was the event I had dreamed of for days. 
With stalls in abundance, food and drink on big 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 deny
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,
Theres a full moon high in the sky".

Now, before very long, I caught the faint smell,
Of fresh bread and tasty white cheese.
I crept in through your door, and from down on the floor, 
I asked, "Could I have a bit, please?".

And so here I am, eating bread, cheese and ham,
With my spirits beginning to rise. 
On the end of your bed, with my story now read,
With a twinkle of mirth in your eyes.

But, alas, I must go, for it's getting quite late,
And my wife will be wondering where. 
I should be back home, tucked up nicely in bed,
And dreaming without any care.

So thanks for your help, your ears and your ham,
Much better, I'm feeling, I am! 
I may pass this way, on some nice sunny day,
A-pushing my kids in a pram.

But before that bright day, and not a moment too soon. 
I'm gonna up-grade my glasses with a powerful zoom!

DPS Sept 2010

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Darren Scanlon

Sun 17th Jun 2012 01:02

Thanks, Lynn. 8-)

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Lynn Dye

Sat 16th Jun 2012 22:13

I enjoyed this, Darren, gave me a smile. :-)

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