Thinking Of Obscure things...

There is a little mouse Living
in The corner
There you can See
his Little mouse whiskers
Sticking out Just beyond the
shadows.
I fed him lilies And he
and he and he and He
Snickered at the Lovely blossoms
held in my Hand.
little Mouse I cried
"Why do you Resent and Tatter
at my gift?"
it was only In a squeak and Pitter-
patter of his feet Did he reply.
there is a Little mouse living
In the Corner.
you can see Him there
Caught in a Trap.
he wriggles and snickers no more
at lovely Little Lilies.