A mouse lived in a dingy cupboard, <br />Not the cupboard of Old Mother Hubbard, <br />But a horrid closet, non the less, <br />Which caused him unrelenting stress, <br />For it was just so dark in there, <br />And also it had no fresh air, <br />Thus these two things, had made him twitch, <br />Furthermore, he imagined that a nasty witch, <br />Was coming to find him, any day, <br />To take his mousy life away. <br /> <br />The silence was so very eerie, <br />Nothing here was very cheery, <br />But he felt he wasn't here alone, <br />And at the moment was very prone, <br />To think he could sense another being <br />Creeping around, but he wasn't seeing <br />Anything is this pitch black. <br />He thought maybe he would go and pack, <br />And leave this place, go somewhere new, <br />Anywhere would be better, than this venue. <br /> <br />When suddenly, he felt a bump, <br />What had hit him on his rump? <br />A squeak rang out, and two bodies collided, <br />And fur met fur, and then subsided, <br />Into a heap, and clung together, <br />Hearts beating fast, hell for leather, <br />'My name is Pru', the body said, <br />'What's yours? ', 'Oh, Me, I'm simply Fred'. <br />'Well I'm looking for a place to stay', <br />'Do you have a room here, that's OK? ' <br /> <br />'Oh, Yes indeed, move in with me', <br />'I think that would suit me to a T'. <br />'You are so sweet', she sighing said, <br />'I really like you, Simply Fred'. <br /> <br />And so two mice, went hand in glove, <br />Together. Is this called 'Cupboard Love? ' <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cupboard-love/
