The Mexican Mouse - A Cross Border Legend Poem by Richard Spisak

The Mexican Mouse (E) (Parts 1,2, and 3)
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The Mexican Mouse
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The Mexican Mouse visited my house
He told tall tales as far as he could stretch,
do you know what he said would happen next?

He dared all the poets, the girls and the boys,
to gather their verbs, and their nouns and such toys,
To construct an elaborate structure of whimsey,
and climb up on its roof, through the tiny brick chimney

He found some cheese that made him quite pleased,
he marched right into it, up to his knees.
He found cottage, mozzarella and parmesan,
it reminded him of the farm, when he was little,
where he grew up on!

He found a tiny horsey, hidden away
Lying deep in the straw, so as not to give himself away

But this little charger, was just the right size,
for the Mexican Mouse to saddle and ride!

He road around the kitchen searching,
this way that way his tiny steed was searching.
Despite his tiny size, there was no great leap,
he wouldn't try.
From the floor to the kitchen counter in one great leap,
then up to the cabinets to the very peak!

From there he could survey the kitchen complete,
the knife rack, the double sink, and the fruit juicer,
he might even climb down to it, but he'd never user.

The first plan he hatched was to pry open the fridge,
and he had an idea, if he could get off of this ledge.

He would slide to the handle and check for a release.
He had designs on that Samsung that kept all the cheese.

How could he pry open that suction fit lock,
he rummaged through his memory but it seemed he was stuck.

He'd noticed a can of WD-40,
and suddenly thought of his sweet cousin Morty.
Morty loved to disassemble locks,
and he new every trick, from the bottom to the tops
He used the straw nozzle of that lubricating spray,
and whatever came out extra, he'd use with his skates.

He pushed and shoved till that thin straw went in,
then he squirted that lubricant for a night and a day

It might've been longer, he'll sure never tell,
as long as he's got two volumes of memoirs to sell.

From the inserted straw it bubbled and rolled down the seam.
Till little by little that little mouse got his dream.

The fridge door swung open it caught him by surprise,
but he blinked and he burned, when he saw the insides.



Mouse (Mexican) Part 2g

He found a strand of coiled spaghetti
Just as if it knew he was ready.
He looped it into a spinning lariat,
And gauged how high he'd have to toss it yet.

He spotted, a dangler off the side of the cheese plate
and decided as an anchor it would be an easy snag
and work out just great!

He tossed his loop and it snagged some celery
which seemed at first just down rite neighborly.

As the Mexican Mouse, climbed the sticky noodle,
he thought he spotted some Austrian Strudel.

He glanced around the savory favors
And wondered how best to summon the neighbors.

He pushed the cheese plate over the edge,
making sure that the plate caught just a smidge.

It spun in the air, landing right on its bottom,
and the cheese slices flew off as each neighbor grabbed on ‘em.

Then another drop of mustard landed on our hero,
Which raised his profile, way high above ZERO.

It seems the family cat had seen very much enough of that.
Young Mr Fritz the family cat,
liked his mice deep deep in mustard
whether yellow, spicy, or even pale like custard.

Our mousey hero, high atop the plate of cheese,
directing disbursement according to the needs

stood tall and as another drop began to fall,
his attention to the cheeseey plate
he just waved off the warning of his old friend Nate.
Who was watching the cat in a nervous state?

The plate once stable had become too light
and tumbled down in a noisy clattering nattering
exactly whats the mattering?
What could he say? CHEESE ON THE FLOOR FLUTTERED EACH
and Every Way!

THE PERCHED CAT, who'd been watching through all of that,
licking his lips at those tiny mouseys below and their cheesy tails and toes.
He jumped at the CLATTER, leaped in the air, he was scared, and got snared.

The lacy curtains at the window tangled the fumbling tumbling kitty. In a sight that wasn't pretty the panicked cat, was tangled and dangled. High above a sink full of dishes, deep in soapy water bubbles and was stuck, like fish a net, unless he gets free and has some luck we'll see.
He might just with a splash in the sink and get sunk! KER-PLUNK!

So the MEXICAN MOUSE saw that tangled up cat.
And the predicament he was in, and where he was at.
So he called all his immigrant neighbors, away from their labors.
The Voles from Venezuela, the Honduran Kangaroo Rat, some Agoutis from the Amazon, who still had their Guraberas on.
Some Coata Mundi who had arrived just last Sunday.
Some Capybara from Columbia, a pack of Rainforest Rodents from Panama, but you know that.

Some Degus from Uruguay insisted they wanted to help, it was just their way. A couple of Pantagonian Maras, all three oddly enough named Sara. Some Nutria rats, from Guyana fresh from out the Sauna. The Pacaranas from Chile, had already gathered and were willing, once they finished their bananas.




PART 3 - THE SUSPENDED CAT
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THE MOUSES and RODENTS CAME outta THE HAT
THEY CLIMBED THE CURTAIN, up to where that cat sat
suspended above the suds in the sink
they just couldn't leave him, struggling there
what would he think?

They tuggled and they tangled, all to free this one tabby,
it was like some lawyer had conned the clauses
and they were all written so shabby stuck there in boxes.
THE CAT seems to OBJECT - they're all from down where?
Well, they all came here to free him,
from his precarious perilous snare, up there.
THEY TRAVELED TO RESCUE the cat,
from his so dubious, precarious cradle,
he couldn't get out, he was tangled and mangled,
he just wasn't ABLE!

THEY UNTANGLED HIS CLAWS, but he still tried to snag'm
He swiped and he swoggled he just couldn't bag'm.

He reached out for those mice not from fear, but from malice.

He hoped to put them away, in his sharp toothy palace.

YOU'RE NOT even American Rodents, not one single one,
so why would you help me, what have I done?
You were a stuck cat, in trouble, and we didn't want you to drop.
We knew UNLESS we helped you, your struggles wouldn't stop.
You'd end up in the sink. all covered in bubbles,
in a sink of broken dishes sharp knife with no end of troubles.
Mid the dishes and froth and we wanted to save you from a drop
in that soapy scalding broth.

They clambered all over this precarious cat,
who struggled and wriggled till he knocked off his hat.
The hat floated down to the sink, don't cha know,
and exposed a sink full of knives all gleaming with a
SPARKLING GLOW.

He found himself thanking each one of the rodents
even though they weren't even American, but I guess
You KNOW THAT.
He was just a CAT!