Whilst I'm on my mower
You hit the shops
I wield a blade for arboreal lopping
You drive a merc and do frequent shoe shopping
Mine is a life of agas, ducklings and cats
Yours is all cafes and pink cinamay hats
Sugar beet, pigs, and rights of way,
All duly conspire to rule/ruin my day!
We each spend our lives breathing and being
Scuttling like mice, but never quite seeing
All so similar in numerous ways
Mothers, and lovers and country wives
Busy just living our parallel lives.
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9 comments:
That is a first class poem. I did enjoy it.
Caitx
I like that very much! You are very talented!
That was great Mousie. You do have a gift for this kind of thing.
Ohh I don;t think I fall into shoeshopper or grass mowing group! Good pome tho!
Our Mouse wrote a poem
Proud of it we were
Yes our Mouse wrote a poem
What a clever girl.
Fantastic poem, I'm definatly in the mower brigade
What a good poem Mousie!...and so appropriate. I agree that we all have a little of mower and shopper in us. I'm clomping around in clogs today, but tomorrow it might be strappy sandals.
Looking forward to more poems
x0 Pondside
Countrymousie, I had just finished reading your wonderful poem and lo and behold there was a message from you ! Felt rather compelled to write one back, now then, let me see.... oh yes it's lovely and hot here today thank you so I'll just go and stagger out and do some more weeding. Will you stop worrying about those holes, the only one that will interest you is the one filled with water that you can dive into !!
Oh I do like this poem - I'm about a month late with the comment but it feels like you and me in the poem (apart from the merc, sadly I swapped it for the Honda).
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