Monday means Elevenses - I host a small group in which we share poetry. Some write their own, some read gems found on the internet or in books.
This morning's theme was anything beginning with m.
Unsure about what to write, my hysband, Mike suggested the theme:
Pushed beneath the skirting it lay
Ready for me to take what I could
Not cheese like usual, oh not here
There was a very different food.
Sweet and hard in the spring tied
Harder for me to remove very fast
Alluring in smell and in taste
Getting it was an exciting task.
I tried several times day after day
Until melted and soft I succeeded
And of its deliciousness in delight
I told others but also pleaded.
‘Be careful, my friends, be wise
The chocolate is good no doubt
But if you are slow to grab it
Trapped you’ll not get out’
Sadly some did not heed me, no
They lingered too long they did
And though I live to tell my tale
By the device so many were rid.
I have come to love sugary treats
Definitely my preferred snacks
But I too fear I will succumb soon
To the velocity of a mouse trap
©Kate Brumby 2021
Yes, mice!