Everyday, I must look for this deadly trap. Often times cutting short my afternoon nap. When I could have been cuddled in my afghan. Instead, I run around looking for the bogeyman. Once I am caught, it is hard for me to escape. If I do, I am mangled and in very bad shape. This would not happen, if I were a vegetarian. Those who purchase mouse traps are a barbarian. You people consider us to be very nasty. However, your prowling cats think we are tasty. That is when I will push on my accelerator. Running quickly behind chairs or the refrigerator. I dread the day that you might use me in a recipe. Then I am done for, an eaten has been or wanta be. Whenever you women see me, you start to scream. Getting your husbands to start a 'Kill the Mouse Team.' Then, I take off running for my life knock kneed. Blocking my get-away tactics; you will proceed. We mice are on the run from California to the Suez. It is so many of us, because I am a desendent of Sir Cortez. Next year, I am going on vacation in a nearby annex. Or to a safer place where I met my honey in a duplex. We plan to hop a boat to see the world; maybe Sidney. To visit Queen Elizabeth's palace and Westminister Abbey. Only to return to our beloved home to scant around. While you waste your time looking for a trap and a hound. Copyright (c) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This is a funny poem from my third book of three
hundred poems and over six hundred pages of
fun and laughter. My poems have been aired
for three years over the local radios here. I have
also received an Editor's Choice Award from
The National Poetry Society for one of my poems.
I hope that you are enjoying them.
Marva L. Dowdin
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