A Christmas Story Poem by Richard Netherland Cook

It was Christmas Eve and all through the store,
The mice were playing all over the floor,
But they were watching and trying to take care,
In hopes Bart the cat would not be there.
Bart was sleeping upstairs in his bed,
All kinds of dreams danced in his head,
When one of the mice tipped over a glass,
Bart spring from his bed as quick as a flash,
And as fast as he could ran down the stair,
To see what was going on down there,
The mice were wild forgetting their fear,
When suddenly Bart did appear,
He stopped on the stair and called them by names,
Now Roscoe, Silas, Jesse and James,
I'm telling you boys and need I say more,
You settle back down and clean up the store,
For I'm letting you know, if I have to come back,
One of you boys will be my next snack.

Richard Netherland Cook