Irene C S ClarkHogg
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A Degenerate Mouse Called Arthur
I have a little mouse called Arthur
Who gnaws away inside my bones
He is armed with sharp incisors
And metal claws on all his toes.
Today was warm, so Arthur rested
Silly me, I thought he slept
Then, just as I felt complacent
From his hidey-hole he crept.
He's gone to stir up his relations
They're scattered all about my frame
Every year his clan increases
I know them, every-one, by name.
Arthur lives high in my neckbone
He scrambles up and down my spine
Neville nests in my right shoulder
On the other perches...
At The World's Edge
Far away, at the edge
of the world
The dragons met
And then they wept
Extinction, too late,
So now we die
Magic has gone