Joel’s Poem
from the Christmas MouseNow Joel we hear you’ve been naughty not nice
You’ve been torturing and slaughtering the Christmas mice
Cheese and peanut butter you have used as bait
Hoping to seal our deadly fate
Your last invention of walking the plank
Was mass extermination of the lowest rank
The church is a refuge a place of peace
Love and Joy and hope for violence to cease
We mean you no harm we want you to know
But you’re gone now and we need a place to go
Yes, while the cats away the mice will play
We’ve moved in for the season and we’re here to stay
But there’s lots to do, we must make haste
Christmas is coming there’s not a moment to waste
At last it’s here and it’s party time
Lots of food and the communal wine
The tree is up, decorating done
All that’s left is to start the fun
We’ll go up to the belfry and ring the bell
To summon the neighborhood mice as well
Oh there will be music tonight you can be sure
Laughing and dancing on the vestry floor
Tails all a quiver, eyes aglow
Little pink feet, swaying to and fro
We are eternally grateful, with one thing in mind
To wish you both a Merry Christmas
...from all of mousekind.
-by Maureen Phillips
1 comment:
Joel and Susan, we read this lovely poem while thinking about the mouse trap we had set in our basement earlier today. oh dear, we have a dilemma...ha!
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