A follow up to my
Horrid little house.
Sleeping on the pavement floor
The horrid little house felt sorry
So to her he opened his front door
As she went into the house,
Who should stand before her.
But the horrid little mouse,
The mouse spoke.
"Please take me with you,
I'll grant you three wishes.
When you leave this horrid house.
Just agree to me you'll use one.
To turn me into a man,
Instead of this horrid little mouse.
The little match girl,
Picked up that horrid little mouse.
And said. " I don't need your wishes,
Thanking the lovely house.
Think of all the money I can make,
From a talking little mouse".
With that she left the house.
The horrid little house waited,
Silently for a horrid little man.
That needed to be changed,
Into a horrid little mouse.
So it could start the process,
Once again.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-12-22 at 01:57
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Horrid little house.
THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL (horrid pt and 2)
Poor little match girlSleeping on the pavement floor
The horrid little house felt sorry
So to her he opened his front door
As she went into the house,
Who should stand before her.
But the horrid little mouse,
The mouse spoke.
"Please take me with you,
I'll grant you three wishes.
When you leave this horrid house.
Just agree to me you'll use one.
To turn me into a man,
Instead of this horrid little mouse.
The little match girl,
Picked up that horrid little mouse.
And said. " I don't need your wishes,
Thanking the lovely house.
Think of all the money I can make,
From a talking little mouse".
With that she left the house.
The horrid little house waited,
Silently for a horrid little man.
That needed to be changed,
Into a horrid little mouse.
So it could start the process,
Once again.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 129 times
Written on 2021-12-22 at 01:57
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