April 2007 Theme ~ "Mouse Tales"
Our April theme assignment was to write a poem about a mouse. Some of our greatest poets have written about this little creature. Poems could be any style, including limericks.Congratulations to our April winners!
There Once Was A Little Mouse
There once was a little mouseWho lived in a little house
She scurried around by day
And she slept the night away
Her favorite food was cheese
When she found some she was pleased
She would eat it with much grace
And then she would wash her face
She kept her little home clean
Her furniture held such a sheen
She was a proud little mouse
And it showed within her house
She enjoyed collecting thread
And her favorite color was red
She would sew them into clothes
As the whiskers twitched on her nose
A content little soul is she
Feeling happy and free
There's a joy she has always known
Living in her home sweet home
© 2007 ~ Reneé
The Mouse of the House
Skimming the floor at midnightcareful, don't make a sound
The mouse of the house is silent
as he scurries across the lounge
Through the open doorway
the kitchen within his sights
The mouse of the house is foreseeing
a wonder of culinary delights!
Scamper over the benchtops
follow a path made of crumbs
The mouse of the house finds amusement
that humans could be so dumb!
A twitch of his little whiskers
a smile plays on his face
The mouse of the house in his glory
with food all over the place.
Gathering the fruits of his bounty
he scurries across the floor
The mouse of the house has outsmarted
those with the brains once more!
© 2007 ~ Christina
The Mouse
Along the baseboard of my room, a tiny blur of grayStreaked 'round the corner, past the lamp and on his merry way.
I've never moved so fast before, I jumped up on a chair,
And opened up my mouth to scream though naught came out but air.
He slowed a bit and sniffed around when passing by some crumbs
And I could almost hear him saying "Oh boy, yum yum yum!!"
I wondered if he'd notice the small trap with cheddar cheese
That's underneath the chest, just waiting for a mouse to tease....
He stopped and looked around the room, his whiskers shook a bit,
And then he looked up right at me (I almost had a fit!)
His eyes were bright, accusing, like he thought that I was horrid,
I thought I heard him squeak "Is stupid written on my forehead?"
He took a few more steps, then took another look around,
While I, still standing on my chair, could hardly make a sound.
Eventually I managed to let out a little "Eeek!"
But it wasn't any louder than the mouse's tiny squeak.
He sniffed again and disappeared right underneath my door....
I hope I never see that mouse again, not evermore!!
© 2007 ~ Grandma Lyn
The Mouse
I was in my room,Just reading a book,
I saw something scurry,
So I decided to look.
There sat the mouse,
In the corner of the room,
Eating a slice of cheese,
So I don't gloom.
I shout and scream,
So I decide to trap it,
It's still eating my slice,
I go to get my kit.
I put some traps down,
Within minutes it's caught,
I put it back in the cage,
So that it was taught.
It is my pet mouse,
He escaped once again,
It's now back in its cage
So he can entertain.
© 2007 ~ Claresite
Night With A Mouse
One night whileI was up late,
A mouse scurried
Out of an old crate.
It caught me
Quite by surprise,
And I must have scared it
With my own frightened cries.
I quickly jumped up
In my chair,
But when I looked suddenly
No sign of that mouse was there.
So I'm staying up here
Till I'm sure it is gone,
And ever since that night
At the top of my chair I'm still on.
© 2007 ~ Windstorm
