Charlie The Mouse, Poetry by Margaret Robertson

WILDsound Festival

Genre: Rhyme, Family, Funny

Charlie The Mouse by Margaret Robertson

My name is Charlie and I’m a little mouse

I live behind the skirting board in a posh house

I loved living here it was my dream

Until the lady saw me and began to scream

She tried to hit me with her shoe

Her language made the air turn blue

Escaping within an inch of my life

What a really loathsome wife

I was nearly speared with her heel

That would have made me really squeal

The man almost splattered me with his bat

Now he’s set up a baited trap

They really think I’m Dolly Dimple

Sorry folk I’m not that simple

I’m now hiding under the floor

I’ve decided I cannot take any more

I don’t know why they want me dead

All I do is nibble their bread

Soon I’ll be looking for a new house


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