Funny Poems 1

I’m not the timorous tiny beastie

    Who runs away and hides,

But a plastic shelled, hard-working mouse

    Who’s  sitting by man’s side.


I do not need your bread and cheese

    To keep me fit and well

Or, as other mice, search round to find

    A home in which to dwell.


I’ve often heard it plainly said

    That dog is man’s best friend,

But surely this cannot be true.

    I get the time he spends.


A man and mouse so truly bound

    Is beyond all comprehension,

For his cat or dog would feel quite proud

    To get so much attention.


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By Josie Whitehead