Up and down and all through the house,
Went the scampering of a little grey mouse.
Running ‘round the corner the furry thing belched.
“Oouu” he squeaked, “I should keep those things squelched.”
For the cat can hear the drop of a pin,
But against a cat, I don’t think I could win.
And as a mouse, I much prefer cheese,
Than fuzzy cat hide and chewy cat knees.
There are stories told, (I heard from the rats),
That one can go bald if nibbling on cats.
Yet I wonder about the gas they’d create,
Could it be as bad as the dog I just ate?
Now, don’t be upset, it’s not what you think,
It was only a small Chihuahua named Tink.
I was on my way to a meeting, you see,
With a cutie girl mouse who’d been flirting with me.
When out from behind a bush Tink did pop,
I got such a fright that I let my jaw drop.
Tink stepped on my tail; I had no way to run.
Then he gave me a yank, and I thought I was done.
I’ve heard you gain ten times your strength when in fear,
So I turned ‘round and ate him, and shed not a tear!
But, like most spicy food, he gave me such gas,
I could not dare visit that cute little lass.
And that’s when you found me as I turned the bend.
Good thing I’m not hungry; this would be The End.
-Lin Cava-
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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC
Up and down and all through the house,
Went the scampering of a little grey mouse.
Running ‘round the corner the furry thing belched.
“Oouu” he squeaked, “I should keep those things squelched.”
For the cat can hear the drop of a pin,
But against a cat, I don’t think I could win.
And as a mouse, I much prefer cheese,
Than fuzzy cat hide and chewy cat knees.
There are stories told, (I heard from the rats),
That one can go bald if nibbling on cats.
Yet I wonder about the gas they’d create,
Could it be as bad as the dog I just ate?
Now, don’t be upset, it’s not what you think,
It was only a small Chihuahua named Tink.
I was on my way to a meeting, you see,
With a cutie girl mouse who’d been flirting with me.
When out from behind a bush Tink did pop,
I got such a fright that I let my jaw drop.
Tink stepped on my tail; I had no way to run.
Then he gave me a yank, and I thought I was done.
I’ve heard you gain ten times your strength when in fear,
So I turned ‘round and ate him, and shed not a tear!
But, like most spicy food, he gave me such gas,
I could not dare visit that cute little lass.
And that’s when you found me as I turned the bend.
Good thing I’m not hungry; this would be The End.
-Lin Cava-
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