While sitting at toilet
And doing his duty
He spied a wee critter
Scurrying past his toes
T`was a bald mouse he bet
Minnie`s new born Rudy
Right through the cracked wicker
Just one more of his woes
His last lone place to set
And think of the beauty
Where he was not bitter
And gave up to his foes
A site where there`s no rush
Just don`t forget to flush
Author notes
Perhaps not humorous but poignant
Tiny sonnet of my own design
Were it baseball;not unlike a bunt
I do believe this form to be mine
ABCD ABCD ABCD EE eek a mouse!
A contest entry
- Shel Silverstein by RatherImaginative.
875 points, ended December 3, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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I found another glitch
While editing 'T`was',I realized that it has nothing to do with an upper arm bone. So I changed 'humerous'
to 'humorous' in my notes. The last that I saw of Rudy
was his little bald butt as he crawled down the pipe to the tub, through the floor of my attic apartment.
It is quite a trick when you think about it; especially
with such tiny humerae. -
It has its own humor, that's for sure. What can he do about it while so . . . vulnerable?
I can imagine his shock and chagrin. Thus endeth his momentary peace! The only glitch I see is that "twas" needs an apostrophe at the beginning. Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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