An original poem!

October 10th, 2016 at 4:40 pm

I almost never understand poetry, beyond like Little Miss Muffett or There once was a guy from Nantucket…

Every few months, I read a poem in the New Yorker just to be sure I’m still clueless in this regard, and you can almost see the words fly over my head.

But the other day, I was inspired to write a poem based on something that really happened. In the spirit of taking a much-deserved break from campaign nonsense, here it is. New Yorker–you know where to find me!


The Mouse’s Table

A few months ago:

I set a trap that killed a dirty grey mouse in our pantry.
It’s never good to take a life, but as that nasty mouse
was in my house
I took what I judged to be the necessary steps.

But as I cleaned the pantry I saw something in there that gave me paws.
The mouse had taken a pretzel nugget
and placed it on a short can, as if to make itself a little table to eat off of.
That changed everything.

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7 comments in reply to "An original poem!"

  1. Susan Hall says:

    Awww…”gave me paws” is the best.

    We say “grace” for our dogs before they eat their dinner:
    “God is great, God is good, and we thank Him for our food,
    By His paw we all are fed, Give us Dog our daily bread, Amen.”

  2. David says:

    Love it. Still, it’s better for your health to be rid of the mouse, but with compassion.

  3. Julio says:

    Economist’s model shattered
    By a mouse with
    Irrational expectations.

  4. Larry Signor says:

    Whatchu smokin, Bro? I’d like to know.

  5. Person says:

    I just set out some traps in the garage. You’re trying to give me paws, oh no!

    Maybe we’re all but a mouse in someone else’s house…