The Clever Mouse (The Stowaway) Poem by Chris Embrick

Clever, clever little mouse
You need a home more than a house

You seemed content
at first, jolly
Now, you seem so
melancholy
Always wise, a clever mouse
but in the church you found no spouse
there you had
no cat to tease
you filled your dreams
with mouse believe

So you:
packed your bag
with buttons, string
cracker crumbs
assorted things
careful not to
make a sound
a country mouse
you moved to town

You joined a couple
newly married
soon fell asleep
aboard their carriage
cuddled snug
between the seat
you dreamed of Roquefort
on every street

At long last
the carriage stopped
you took one look
and your eyes popped
such a house
a mouse's dream
the lawn all mowed
so neat and clean
not one Maid
but a dozen
surely here
you'd find some cousins

Clever, clever little mouse
You were wise to leave your house.