Little Mickey, the Mouse from Hell
Is He takin’ the piss? It’s so hard to tell
A threat masked in pep
To the bridge we all shlep
A hospital wing, for all those who fell
A secure facility, for His victims to wail
Named, shamed and gamed, then setup to fail
Walled and secured
Bequeathed by His Lord’
God’s Gift of the Wing, we bow down and hail!
Such a tiny Mouse with a behemoth head
Raised and stilted, on the bones of the dead
The thirtieth piece
Sliced from the deceased
Oh Judas, you are so well read
Merchant of Venice, Architect of the wrecked
What conscience hast Thou, for the souls of the decked
Ship of faux jewels
Family of fools
Portia please save me, before He dissects
But what shall we call Him, oh Lord of the Dread?
With His little black boots and His door chilling head
The pernicious Shylock?
A snow-white marshmallow, painted with lead
Ode to Little Mickey, the Mouse who roared
A powered throne, transmuted him clawed
A puss-laden cyst
LITTLE MICKEY, THE MOUSE WHO GNAWED.
Once upon a time, in a Land of brave Clans
Lived “Lord of the Mickey”, a sad excuse for a man …
Tim StiX Feb 2021
Tim StiX is a Software Engineer with over 20 years’ experience designing, developing and maintaining Web Technologies and is the Developer and Site Administrator of www.101world.net and bok.101world.net.