Supper?
Oh mouse, Oh mouse,
Oh tiny shadow-dweller of my house,
What death is thine,
What, sings the bluebottle its mournful song?
What of thy kin?
The million hordes,
Scratching a dirge 'neath the skirting boards.
A wake needs food,
Cheese perhaps?
On a little table?
Watch out, it...
Snaps.
posted by Euphro @ 9:39 AM
2 Comments:
Euphro this is great! I laughed I cried... :D
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it and you've inspired me to post some more. Who knows, I might even start writing again...
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