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December 21, 2004

Night before Christmas - A La Mouse

t'was just after midnight
and all through the house
not a creature was stiring...
not even the mouse
the mouse doesnt' rest easy
though no one knows why
some think it had something
to do with the reindeer that fly
he saw them one evening
he saw them outside...
he ran from the window
he ran fast to hide
he turned 'round the corner
ran right 'round the wall
to dart for his mouse hole
but then he did fall
when he saw right before him
a large man in red
who had not used the door
but the chiminey instead
so the mouse crawled on backwards
yes, flipped on his back
and he peered out at the large man
who was not donned in black
even thoguh he had just been
just been right through
a years worth of ashes
he was clean as, yes you...
he went to the fire place
and he reached way down low
and he took milk and cookies
and the mouse watched them go
as the large man he ate them
before pulling from a bag
some presents for the children
and one for aunt Mag
as the mouse hid down low in
his humble mouse hole
the large man did turn to him
'n' did put down a bowl
and he pushed it on forward
yes straight to the mouse
in it was a cheese block
the size of his house!
and the mouse then was happy
yes happy instead!!!
he had food for the whole year!!!
so he jumped back in bed
and then up through the chimeny
the large man did go...
as the mouse went to dream land...
he heard... "HO, HO, HO..."

December 14, 2004

(ok - so i'm in a rose writing kinda mood today... i guess this is a bit like a rosery... well, not really... in that it's not religious, and it's not long, and it's 3 seperate things... hmmm... oh well... it's two poems and this, which is kind of odd... if you don't enjoy, that's not my problem... if you do - good for you - i'm glad you enjoyed your reading... :) comments are ALWAYS welcome...)

*looks around*
OMG A FLOWER!!!
*looks closer*
it's a rose!!!
*runs up to it...*
a white rose, no red...
*looks closer again...*
a multi coloured rose bush...
*smiles largle and reaches for a rose*
OUCH!!! bloody thorns...
*the blood drips from the thorn to the white rose*
hmm... so much for white roses...

More Rose Poety...
a rose for every hour...
that passes in the day...
although i think of you each moment,
for this i could not pay...
but one for every hour...
not for all moments within...
the roses will be with you...
when i am home, away with kin...

Rose Poetry...
everytime i think about you...
i'm left with feelings of regret...
regret for things that did not happen...
at least that did not happen yet...
although my thoughts are with you...
tonight you are alone...
i thought these roses might do...
to keep you company by the phone...
and maybe if you call me...
we can talk for a time tonight...
i hope you liked the roses...
the red ones, and the white...