Irene C S ClarkHogg

A Degenerate Mouse Called Arthur - Poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg

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 Constantine.

My hands and feet are full of mouselets
In my elbows reside Nan and Nell
My knees are getting overcrowded
There's a nesting shortage, I can tell;

'Cos sometimes Arthur's awfully angry
Then daft ideas get in his head
He bites through my electric cables
And makes my arms and legs go dead.

But, I haven't got much time for doctors
Dispensing pills and quaint advice
Conjuring up obscure diseases
When I know it's just my mice.

Comments about A Degenerate Mouse Called Arthur by Irene C S ClarkHogg

  • Ruth Walters (9/3/2009 1:09:00 PM)

    What a clever poem! Little mice instead of whatever it really is eh....
    I hope you are feeling well today and those little mice, they stay away......
    Put out some cheese upon the floor and tell the mice to gnaw no more.

    Ruthy: -)

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  • Milica Franchi De Luri (8/13/2009 4:03:00 AM)

    Oh Irene how clever of you to figure out the problems with those aching joints and muscles. I think some of Arthur's relatives must be living inside of
    Exelent write.Thank you.....

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  • Laurie Hill (8/6/2009 1:07:00 AM)

    This made me smile...; 0) (Report)Reply

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  • Ben Gieske (8/4/2009 2:42:00 PM)

    I had to read this again. It is very amusing. I often wonder what worlds there are inside our world. (Report)Reply

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  • Rory Hudson (7/25/2009 4:42:00 PM)

    A happy lighthearted piece which is a joy to read. (Report)Reply

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  • Naseer Ahmed NasirNaseer Ahmed Nasir (3/11/2009 10:12:00 PM)

    Age is a mouse degenerating every moment. I think everyone of us has a mouse living in our bodies with different names and symptons. Thank God that your soul is safe and secure from this mouse. A wonderful poem, Irene. Reading of the day infact.......10/10.


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  • Bob Gibson (7/29/2008 1:16:00 PM)

    Here's a wheeze! why not give Arthur a piece of cheese
    or rub on Vick, very thick! I'm sure that would do the trick
    Maybe a trap! you could sneak inside, poison I can't abide! ~
    I suppose you’re just a house, for that little mouse!
    nice poem Irene, it made me laugh, regards Bob

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  • Con Nie (6/10/2008 3:36:00 AM)

    What a way to describe the process of aging here. I have osteoporosis and I suppose as it gets a little worse as time goes on, I will think of your poem. I will think of little mice doing their work on my bones. (or maybe better 'not' to think of that stuff as yet) A ten on your poem! Sincerely, Connie Webb (Report)Reply

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  • Rani Turton (4/14/2008 8:49:00 AM)

    Anyone with constant pain will know what you're talking about. Thank you for this wonderful expression and its superb imagery. (Report)Reply

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  • Ivor Hogg (3/31/2008 5:15:00 PM)

    No mousetraps to deal with this pest ivor (Report)Reply

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  • James B. Earley (3/21/2008 3:07:00 PM)

    Very clever my friend! Please read Hazelmarie Elliot's 'A Mouse In The House.' Excellent write. Thanks. (Report)Reply

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  • Ben Gieske (1/27/2008 9:52:00 AM)

    Leave it to poetry to bring out the best in you and share with others your coping method. Some of us have our cats and dogs, but I think having imaginary 'friends' might help us too. Just curious, how you picked out their names. (Report)Reply

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  • Aisha Sherazi (9/23/2006 8:59:00 PM)

    What an amazing and different way of looking at an illness. I wish those mice would go away, but if they were not with you, we would not have had the pleasure of reading this :) Peace, Aisha (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 18, 2010

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