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Patchwork Mouse

A poem

By Mother CombsPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Nightcafe creation

Tippity Tippity

Tap Tap Tap

I don’t know what it is

But it has woke me up

2 AM running across

The hardwood floor

The sound of little toes

Clickity clack

Clickity clack

Chit chit chit

I hear a gnawing in

Dresser drawer

Little teeth chewing

Their way through

The wood to make a

Nest in my underwear

I can stand it no more

I get up to catch

My demon foe

When what should

My eyes behold

But a multicolored

Patchwork mouse

Living inside my

Lacey unmentionables.

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About the Creator

Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs