Mister’s Lament

A scrp of verse I wrote in the middle of the night, about finding my cat trying to get a dead mouse to continue the game, to no avail. A true event. A new nursery rhyme.

Oh, squeaky toy,

Why won't you play?

You we're a mouse,

With fur of gray;

Now you're dead,

And will not run,

But hunting you

Was jolly fun!

Author's Note

Please ignore typos. I wrote this in haste in the middle of the night. Squeaky toy is our family's name for a mouse that's been caught. Initial reactions appreciated.

Reviews

[Neville]

This seems to be your forte. If you keep this standard up, you should send a whole lot off to a publisher of children's books. These are not just scraps of verse Debbie, they are little gems & if I love em, kids will co crazy for em.....Write on...Neville