"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Writing silly poems does tickle my funny bone....

I saw that little mouse....oh what a louse!
He scampered all over and through our house
So we caught it one day
Ah ha!
In the midst of play
And now it's only a dormouse
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11 comments:

Jingle Poetry said...

Happy Sunday!

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Jingle Poetry said...

what a fun shot.

fiveloaf said...

hahha very cute and nice! i love it! here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2009/11/29/cinderella-for-a-man/

jessicasjapes said...

Very cute, I like it, Kathe!

http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/02/28/sci-fi-hi/

sue said...

what a gorgeous little doorstop and shadow.

athursdayschild said...

There is a site called mouse tales you may want to check out and submit your poem.

thingy said...

Eek, mice!

Fun poem, kathew. : )

Marian said...

yay! squeak!

Brian Miller said...

ha. nice play on the dormouse...

Jingle said...

thanks for the tickling...

A++

The Reason You Come said...

That mouse has got me smiling! What a fun read that was! :)