A MOUSES TALE
A Mouses Tale
“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 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.
The going was 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 now, 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 house nice and lush.
I sauntered along and was humming a tune,
I'll be there very soon, no more fuss.
But with time marching on,
And the sun now long gone,
I said, "Sod this, I'll go get the bus".
The number 36 should just do the trick,
So I stood at the stop, in a line.
Before very long, with a 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 the mice, dogs and trees".
"Which ones?", I enquired, holding on to my cheese,
"Big leaves and acorns attached?".
"Don't be daft", she replied, "They're conkers my dear,
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 was sat,
On a lamppost and looking all pleased.
I said, "Perhaps it's time, yes, quite certain that it is,
That I took from your grace, my leave".
But just never mind, for looking behind,
I cried with a modicum of glee.
For just over the fence at the end of the lane,
Was the end of the road 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 round 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,
A full moon is high in the sky".
Now, before very long, I caught the faint smell,
Of fresh bread and tasty white cheese.
I crept in through the 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 a story to be 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, again, pass this way, on a 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 me glasses with a powerful zoom!
Dartherino
September 2010
