Tuesday, November 25, 2008


There once was a mouse that lived in a house
In the house therefore lived a cat,
and a woman who danced with the milkman by chance
to put meat on the table stead o’scrap.

Now the mouse did he please to consort with the cheese
from the cupboard far and bare,
and yet had he to be sly for the cat had his eye
may he not get from here to there.

The day the milkman cometh the cat came a runnin’
for some cream did he think to make haste,
the mouse saw his chance and made for romance
and skirted ‘cross floor without chase.

The woman weak in the knees started to scream
as the mouse ran twixt her stockings,
and yet it wasn’t of fright but more of delight
For her house it was a rockin’.

Just as the cream rose to the top the mouse did stop
for the cat did wait with saucer,
thus he scurried up thigh putting a spark in her eye
that the woman in heat got hotter.

Now the cat he did dine on sweet cream of thine
and the milkman continued his rounds stat,
and the woman did smile for it had been quite a while
since she had caught a mouse in her
- Trap.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2004

No comments: