Perspectives

A poem about a mouse

A mouse once said to me
"How'd you get so tall?"
I shot back to my furry friend..
"Why'd you stay so small?"
The mouse pondered my question
Then he answered with a squeak.
"If you ate what I ate..
You'd be my size in a week!"

Author's Note

Not sure.. Just came to me? Right..wrong.. Needing more? Tell me :)

Reviews

[Yellow Butterfly]

Lol... that sounds like a conversation between me (small) and my brother (tall)

A funny and sentimental write all rolled into one..

Loved it...

[Lobster Goldberg]

Thanks so much :) Glad you could find some personal connection with it as well

[Yellow Butterfly]

Your welcome..

[Rita L. Sev]

A cute concept; the meter falters a bit in the last two lines. Reminds me a bit of Shel Silverstein"s "The Oak and the Rose".

[Lobster Goldberg]

You are correct.. I'll do some thinking. I need to read my Shel Silversetein again, I don't recall that one :)

[John]

Just perfect. Not too big. Not too small.

[Lobster Goldberg]

Thanks John for reading!