by Johnny Carlton
Copyright 2012 Johnny Giesbrecht
Johnny Carlton is a writer of suspense thrillers available as e-books at www.amazon.com
(I wrote this while I had a headache and didn’t feel good enough to do anything more important.)
Once there was a little mouse
Who lived by himself in a little house.
His favorite food was corn on the cob,
And his second choice was shish kabob.
But he was lonely in his house,
So he said, “I’ll marry me a mouse.”
Yet the best he could find was a hot white rat
That he bravely rescued from the jaws of a cat.
Their wedding took place near the rhubarb plant;
The best man and bridesmaid were a bug and an ant.
For their honeymoon they took a long hike
All around the garden on a two-seater bike.
They stopped for the night at the Motel Gopher Hole,
And the white rat said, “Now pour on the coal!”
After a while a bellboy called Bob
Brought them a platter of corn on the cob.
But the white rat refused to touch any food;
She said she just wasn’t in the mood.
The mouse ate slowly—when he finished his corn
A little baby mouse-rat was born.
The three went home, the honeymoon over,
And lived in their house in a field of clover.
They were happy together, day after day,
Which proves that mixed marriages work out okay.