The mouse,
The mouse is in the house,
He is running about,
Working his route,
Over and over again.
The cat,
The cat is that,
That of a rat,
A rat's tail, that is.
A pinch off the nose,
A cut from a rose,
Sprayed down with the hose.
The master's prose.
The cat,
The mouse,
The master.
The "Holy everlaster"
Buried in that plaster,
Sunken is a caster,
Stone and alabaster.
Reality is red,
The master,
The mouse,
The cat,
They were already dead.
YOU ARE READING
Lillies and Ghosts
PuisiPoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~
