The Little cobbled backstreet.

I have been called by some grown ups for calling this a children's poem.

There's a little cobbled back street runs behind our terraced house
Full of overflowing dust bins and a mouse that has a louse
He will sit and scratch for hours when he thinks no one is there
Behind his ears he scratch till his whiskers are a blur

In our little cobbled back street we have got a one eyed cat
Who can only see one half the street when on the doorstep sat
I do believe that, had he known, the cat may well have cried
For a foot away the louse mouse scratched upon the cats blind side

Now in our little cobbled back street there's a dog with a wooden leg
Who falls upon his bottom every time he sits to beg
An early warning system for the cat and mouse to hear
For they hear the pitter, patter, tap! Should the dog appear

Now the louse mouse went out searching for some food one lovely day
He thought he'd try the dustbin that stood across the way
The cat too went to that side for on that side stood the shade
To escape from the sun's bright glare and from the heat it made

The mouse stepped from the dustbin and there he saw the cat
Forgetting that they were reversed upon the good side sat
He scratched away contented with the one eye gleaming down
Then the scratching stopped for evermore. No mouse, louse nor sound

The cat sat on the doorstep one bright and lovely day
Knowing well the mouse no more would on his blindside play
When came the warning sound he feared and turned around to run
He shot off down the back street like a bullet from a gun

He skidded round the corner and found to his surprise
The dog with the wooden leg stood there with evil in his eyes
Mercifully quick his end, the cat alas, no more. His epitaph
A blind man's stick was deaths knock on his door

Reviews

[Bryan Sefton]

Many thanks to you for your kind words. Very much appreciated.

[Patricia Wedel]

Even though... our Cobbled Path is made of Brick... in a Poetic way.. it is Cobbled. Wild tiny Purple Hyacinths appear in the Spring and it seems so appear Magical. The smallest pale green leaves appear on every Maple tree... to shade us later on a Hot Summer day. Lovely Poetry. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is like a Looney Tunes cartoon...it is appropriate for kids, and they can enjoy the mouse and the cat and the dog....almost like the slapstick in the cartoons. But as adults...this poem is meaningful because it takes us back to the good old days....I remember several cobblestone roads in the Bronx...
the old park...our five=story walkup....
which is still there by the way...
riding the subway....but also looking out our fifth story window and seeing my dad walking from the subway on his way home from work....at the Chrysler building.
this made me scratch at my memories and look back with one eye.

Much enjoyment reading your work, Bryan.
j.

[Beccy]

Captivatingly clever and such fun to read.

Reading the first four verses I didn't expect the end, as my mind was ahead of my eye and sort of conjuring up a friendly threesome rather than the end of little mousey and his feline opponent. :))

Beccy