A Bettered Mousetrap

Once lived there a mouse in this house
Near a field where flowers yield
Fragrance&Colour to the sky and sun
Week after week hear it's squeaks
Perhaps it speaks it's mind in the tongue of mice
To seek advice from those whom dwell behind high walls
For late at night by candle light the large footfalls
Wander hither in beelines as yet no wings
Unaware of what the morning tide brings
Perhaps good Washington could publish maps
For guidance of all stray mice into traps.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-10-31 at 17:11

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