Poem Blog

MICE- MICE- MICE

For those small, creepy furry mice- I do not care
they are all rude, and inconciderate
When they climb up my chair
Especially when I'm eating
A bowl of rice
Oh, I just despise those dirty, rotten mice
I dreamt last night
of having mice as pets
they escaped their home
and i tried to catch them with nets
As I awoke in a fright
I looked on my hand
And there I saw the furry (not my) friend
It was a mouse, nuzzled close to my finger
And I stared at it as it just lingered
It did not scurry, it did not bite
Having it close to me actually felt right
It was then that I realized I was no longer afraid
I had to quickly clean the areas I sprayed with raid
I found a friend in a furry little creature
That's why I'm writing this poem to my teacher


And then I realized I had found a new furry friend