Children's Story Poems

By Josie Whitehead

Computer Mouse (The)

I’m not a *'timorous little beastie'
     Who runs away and hides,
But a plastic shelled and busy mouse
     Sitting by man’s side.

I do not need your bread and cheese
     To keep me fit and well
Or, as other mice, must hunt to find
     A home in which to dwell.

I’ve often heard it plainly said
     That a dog is man’s best friend.
This can’t be true for surely I
     Get the time my master spends.

A man and mouse so bound together
     Is beyond all comprehension,
For his cat or dog would be in heaven
     To get so much attention.

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* To a Mouse by Robert Burns

Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim'rous beastie, 
 O, what a panic's in thy breastie!