Mister’s Lament

Mister’s Lament

A Poem by Debbie Barry
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A scrp of verse I wrote in the middle of the night, about finding my cat trying to get a dead mouse to continue the game, to no avail. A true event. A new nursery rhyme.

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Oh, squeaky toy,

Why won't you play?

You we're a mouse,

With fur of gray;

Now you're dead,

And will not run,

But hunting you

Was jolly fun!



© 2018 Debbie Barry


Author's Note

Debbie Barry
Please ignore typos. I wrote this in haste in the middle of the night. Squeaky toy is our family's name for a mouse that's been caught. Initial reactions appreciated.

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This seems to be your forte. If you keep this standard up, you should send a whole lot off to a publisher of children's books. These are not just scraps of verse Debbie, they are little gems & if I love em, kids will co crazy for em.....Write on...Neville

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on October 20, 2017
Last Updated on March 15, 2018
Tags: cat, mouse, ct and mouse, hunting, mouser, mousing, play, dead mouse, animals, poem, poetry

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Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI



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I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..

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