Mrs Mouse's House

Mrs Mouse needed a new house,
Her old one had been invaded,
There was no room for six of them,
So now she contemplated.

Should she go up into the attic,
Where privacy was assured...
Or into the old man's library,
To even up the score.

As she thought about moving,
Her heart began to  beat,
How about his bedroom,
But that might mean defeat!

If only there was a pantry,
Stocked with all kinds of food,
But that would stir up trouble,
If you messed with that old dude!

As she sat there just thinking,
She said, "I know what I will do!"
She raced to the closet in the hall.
And found a large, old shoe.

If he hasn't  worn this one yet,
He probably never will...
It's big enough for my family,
And we're near the kitchen, still.

Mrs Mouse ran quickly,
And gathered her tribe,
What an exciting day,
And she didn't need a bribe!

Then the sad news descended,
The old man had gone to his rest,
So they lived there all alone,
But with nothing to eat, no less!

So, off she went a'running,
To a neighbor's house nearby,
And that's the end of this story,
Said this author with a sigh.

~ Eva May Young ~

It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry.  I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit.  Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments.  May God richly bless you.  Send emails to:   EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net

[ by: Eva May Young Copyright © 2006 ( EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net ) -- submitted by Eva Young ]