No Hickory-Dickory Here Poem by Francie Lynch

No Hickory-Dickory Here



Jesus Christ Almighty!

What?

A mouse ran up my nightie!

Ohhh...

He bit my tit!

Dear me!

Then ran lickety-split,

No!

Squeaking for being so naughty.

Saturday, June 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: mice
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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