THE BALLAD OF THE ABSENT-MINDED MOUSE

I came upon a mouse
running around my old house
sniffing and twitching his nose,
I asked how he was
and looking rather cross
said, “Not too bad, I suppose”.

I asked what was wrong,
could I help him along
as he shuffled around in a ring,
he said, “I’m not sure”,
as he looked at the door,
“I cannot remember a thing!”

He ran and he jumped
on my fluffy pink mat
but then he started to cry,
“Now don't get upset,
for you’ll get your fur wet!”
“I'm not, I've got dust in me eye!

I offered my hanky,
he was getting quite cranky
and said, “See if this helps”.
He wiped his damp eyes
and to my surprise,
he blew his nose and yelped!

I asked, “What's wrong now”,
as he furrowed his brow,
“Have you gone and hurt your nose?”
“No”, he replied
with his eyes open wide,
“I've just stubbed my toes!”

Well, he hopped around
with his foot off the ground
and gave an almighty sneeze,
he cried out, “YIPPEE!
I’ve remembered, you see
I was going shopping for cheese!”

He thanked me and said,
just before he fled,
“I must be on my way.
The shop will be closing,
I’m sorry for imposing,
I’ll thank you and bid you good-day”

Well, he scuttled away
as bright as the day,
with his tiny tail dragging behind,
what a strange little fellow,
he’s off across the meadow
but one thing will play on my mind.

That hankie was a gift
and I’m feeling quite miffed,
a present from Great Uncle Bob,
that rascal just put it
in his waist-coat pocket,
without so much as a nod!




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Written by Darren Scanlon, August 2009.
Artwork by Angie Caira.
Revised 20th July 2016.
© 2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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