Two Nights After Christmas

'Twas two nights after Christmas,
And all through the house,
The mob we a-stalking,
A poor little mouse.

The tree'd been turned over,
Ornaments on the floor,
And the cupboard of the sideboard,
Was missing a door.

Mob-mother Alice,
Was leading the brood,
But for actual hunting,
She was not in the mood.

Emmiloo the enforcer,
Was cracking the whip.
Her technique was basic,
But she didn't slip.

Rosie the Rustler,
Was sniffing the air,
And aroma of field mouse,
Was definitely there.

Ellie and Charlie,
Were searching the room.
Their idea wasn't sound,
Using Chips as a broom.

Wiki and Kittie,
Were hiding the mouse,
For they didn't mind if,
It lived in their house.

The mob they did run,
Madly around.
They flew up in the air.
They looked down on the ground.

The trace of a mouse,
They failed to find,
For Wiki and Kittie,
Had been terribly kind.

They'd helped the poor mouse out,
Through a hole in a door.
Strangely no-one had noticed,
It there before.

So the mouse hunt was fruitless,
And the mob were stood down.
Mob-mother Alice,
On her face had a frown.

'Twas two nights after Christmas,
And all through the house,
The mob had stopped stalking,
That poor little mouse.

And when the owners,
Woke up the next day.
They ended up clearing,
The hunts mess away...




JRAG
28 December 2013

Open book

I am an open book
With pages to be read
And stories yet to be written
But you can turn the pages
And write some more


JRAG
14 December 2013