"Poetry is like
a nice big quilt,
with words
and pictures,
pieced together."
Monday, December 31, 2012
The Mouse
A mouse took a nap. When he awoke, he was in a trap. "Oh no!" said the mouse. "Where is my house?" Along came a cat. The mouse jumped in a vat. Of slimy melted butter. "Delicious." said the mouse. He took some back to his house.
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