To a mouse …

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!

And not without justification.  You’ve shared my space, taken my warmth and eaten my food.  Now it’s over.  Though I admire your determination, scrambling under the propagator lid and gnawing through the net curtain to savage my baby sweet peas.  So I’ve left you a parting gift – look to the right as you head for dinner but go straight to pudding  … the Mars Bar on the little prong is just for you.  As a good friend once said to me – when it’s your time, it’s your time.

Yours reluctantly and with apologies to Rabbie Burns who was distraught upon disturbing a mouse’s-house.  Bet he never tried to grow sweetpeas.


About pinkshoesknits

Hi, Pinkshoes here. This is my first crack at blogging so here's a couple of things about me. I live with my husband in a pretty village in East Yorkshire. I love to get down and dirty on my allotment and when I clean up my act I love knitting, crochet and sewing. If you share these hobbies, maybe you'd like to check in from time to time and see if there's anything interesting round here.
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3 Responses to To a mouse …

  1. Jill says:

    Hehe. At least the little beastie isn’t in your house!!

  2. I know Jill, small mercies! Three have so far gone to the cornfield in the sky but I’m beginning to think they’re treating me like the Mars Bar Cafe so I’ve taken steps to seal up all the nooks and crannies as best I can.

  3. Shirley says:

    Hi Pinkshoes, I have given you a blogging award! Come check out the details at my blog:

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