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John Cena May 2015
shrek is beck
deck is smeck
get top decked by the kripp
or u wont get any dipp

slip slop
drip drop
kip kop
hippity hoppity hood
goes the clock
tick tock
the mouse ran up the wall
and died

rest in pizza
"The Mouse Principle of Life Processing: Let Go or Get Dragged."
Poetic T Feb 2015
I was a mouse and I lived on
The moon, I ate grey cheese it
Was always grey never anything
New.

But then someone parked, left
Scorch marks on my favourite
Grey patch of cheese, so I
Sneaked aboard and watched
Them claim my cheese in the
Name of man, in the name of
History

What was man? did he taste
Good? but I smelt him and
Could tell he smelt not so
Good, We landed it took a
While, I sneaked off to find
New cheeses that I could see
From my cheese moon seat
So far away down.

I tasted here ,I tasted there,
But I preferred what I had left
Behind, that place  in the sky.
I had left to come to this place,
That tasted like moon ant hair.

I waited a while for the ride
That took me from there, but
It was doing a round  trip, so
I'd have sneak off and catch a
lift home from there.

So whoosh I went up through
The clouds, and through the
Blue, to the darkness out there.
I chewed and nibbled, then some
More. It got them in a little
Trouble, they solved this then
Were on there way.

I floated around waiting for a
Ride, then some tasty space rock
Was heading my way, I caught
It as it did fly on by. Then to
Home I was off with a jolt, I got
Near the surface my time to get off.

I landed after floating for a while,
Where the space rock had landed,
Juicy grey rocks had flown around
All mine to taste once more. I was
In heaven, I hope those humans
Never come back, as this moon of
Grey cheese is my  favourite place.
And there's not much tasty cheese
On that multi-coloured rock.
We some times do not realise we have it good till we leave, and then realize we should have stayed
Alan S Bailey Feb 2015
Carefully I speak, then silenced in trance of fear,
That you will not be mad if I let out an idea
Nobody here ever seems to want to hear?
Your older and have the money, so but of course,

You fix our food,
Clean the house,
Make the beds,
**** the mouse.

When I want to let my "evil ideas" out,
And tell you what worries me, I must be lost.
So is your world all anyone cares about?
When your "chosen" mess up, I pay the cost?

You do the dishes,
Clean the stove,
Feed the Baby,
Carry the load.

So who ever needed me anyway?
All I do is take up verbal space.
The "world" now "knows that I'm nuts,"
The "wolf" must be me in any case...
RH 78 Feb 2015
The giraffe and the mouse lived in a big tall house.
The mouse asked giraffe "do I make you laugh?"
In response to the mouse, the giraffe said "no"
"How can I laugh when you're close to my toe?"
"Close to your toe?" Said the mouse "but why?
Giraffe looked down and began to cry.
"It's a long story mouse" giraffe cried in despair.
"I'm all ears" said mouse and he pulled up a chair.
"To cut a long story short I've got an in growing nail"
"Oh" said mouse with a flick of his tail.
"Leave it to me I'll be back in a minute"
He brought back a kit with some first aid in it.
"Lift up your foot" and mouse set to work.
Giraffe raised his leg trying not to ****.
Mouse fixed the nail in no time at all
Giraffe was impressed by mouse so small!
"How did you do it?" Asked  giraffe in disbelief
Mouse just wiped his brow with a handkerchief.
"While I'm down here giraffe is there anything I've missed?"
"After all...
                   I'm the one and only....

Qualified rodent chiropodist!"
PoemFalcon69 Jan 2015
The Cat Sat On The Mat.
The Mat Sat On The Cat.
Hat. Cat. Mat.
The Mouse Sat On The Blouse.
The Blouse Sat On The House.
Mouse. Blouse. House.
The Dog Sat In The Bog.
The Bog Sat Near Smaug.
Dog. Bog. Smaug.
Urticaria.
Mei Jan 2015
Dear Cat,
It's mouse.
Do you remember the time you chased me?
You chased me with passion, and then you stopped.
You stood in the doorway, when I could've been caught.
Never chasing me, never strayed.
I gave in, and surrendered.
Still, you stayed far away.
Calling out to me in chants,
like you done no wrong.
What's this game you're playing?
What do you want?
I'm scared to leave this feeling behind.
Because all I want to do now is cry.
Poetic T Jan 2015
I am a mouse to her,
To play with, to toy upon my
Never ending running wheel.
Will I get a time when I can just
Breath,
Relax,
Sleep
An endless moment,
I am a puppet she likes to snip at the
Strings
Life
Death
Doesn't faze her, the chase is what
Invigorates her, she has touched inside
Me, her talons gorge within taking a
Particle,
Essence,
Pieces
Of my soul and I watch and she drinks me,
I wish to starve her, to release my pain.
But she is the huntress of lost souls
This is her playground, and I am just
A rat in a maze,
That when tiresome, she will consume
That which she drinks  greedily when it our **next time to meet.
Everyone plays with there food..
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