The Country Mouse
Small am I , more frightened than most
I live in a hole in the fields,
but when the farmer digs it all up
I am much too much revealed
Decided I would take to the roads
and hitched on a truck for a ride,
for there would be rich pickings
much more than the countryside.
The truck had stopped and I jumped off
near some busy high street shops,
a great big bus near squashed me flat
so I scuttles, and runs, and hops .
I hunted around to find me a home
to recover myself from the shock,
and there was a dustbin with a lid
plus food that was fully stocked.
I couldn`t have wished for a better des res
with everything here I would need,
I slept in an empty tin of baked beans
with my tummy overloaded from greed.
But in the dead of night woke up
I had company come visit my flat,
and found myself face to face
with a great big fat black cat.
Again I jumps, and scuttles, and hops
and ran like the wind to escape,
there in a shop I settled down
but that was a huge mistake.
It was a tea shop with gentle folk,
and I hid in a ladies hand purse,
then when she went to pay her bill
she screamed , and I did curse.
The owner of the shop gave chase
with a cleaver as big as a house,
why cant people be more kindly
for I `m only a terrified mouse.
So home I went back to the fields
to the country and home that I love,
and never again will I roam far away
for the cities and Towns they can `shove`.
- willow's blog
- Login or register to post comments
Very touching
Great poem, Willow. Enjoyed reading it. I wouldn't actually call it a humour poem, to me it is rather a tragicomedy. I felt myself that small mouse. Ye, these big cities, these big awkward monsters, that attract us, trample flat everything and everyone. They just consume, consume and consume, resourses, the nature, they consume us, our souls, our bodies, making old, sick and then throw off on the street like a used contraceptive or at best bury us in some graveyard if our relatives have enough money for a narrow piece of land just to fit our coffins in there . That mouse shouldn't have left its hole in the countryside.
Thank you very much for sharing
Thankyou Ruslan
Thankyou Ruslan for taking the time to read my poem and for your great comment yes I suppose you are right in saying it is not a humorous poem and would be better put as a tragic one for my poor little mouse,at least he had solace by going back home to his little hole in the ground after all his horrific adventures.poor little soul , glad you liked my poem much appreciate your comments from Willow