A dirge for the mouse

who lived in our house.

Alas, He died today.

His clicker was broke,

and this is no joke,

I groaned as he passed away.

 

His innards were dusty,
but he didn't smell musty.
He just quit doing his job.
Lenny fussed and he fiddled,
poked, probed and twiddled,
and cleaned out the lint, quite a gob.

 

But the mouse is shot,

leaving me in a spot.

Where can we find a vet?

I'm dead in the water;

can't e-mail my daughter

or anyone else on the net.

 

 

I hate to admit it,

but I just can't quit it.

The computer is calling to me.

A dead mouse is no fun;

So, we're on the run,

to buy a new one, or three.

 Jan Antonsson

June 30, 2000

Jan and Lenny Antonsson

17178 Highway 59, Neosho, MO 64850 (Snail Mail)

 

 

The Glory Road

We always enjoy hearing from you!

jantonsson@aol.com

 

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on July 1, 2000

Last Edited on 6/20/09.