He Wanted Marble Poem by hubert canvas

Once there was a wealthy mouse.
He was living in a splendid house,
Could squeak in four languages,
Every time a magnificent sound.

One morning, having breakfast,
He decided to buy a car, the best.
The car sellers said buy from me;
My cars are better than all the rest.

He wanted the one with two doors.
It started with an almighty roar.
O yes! he liked that sound a lot
And bought it cash of course.

Now he teased the cats in their village,
Drove over their tales, pillaged houses
Till suddenly the engine stopped. O hell!
The cats surrounded the wealthy mouse.

That was his end. Mice kept an eye
on the cat who ate him with chopsticks and rice.
The next day four mice carried a turd
To its marble grave. How absurd!