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~ Hole In One
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I owned a
house all by
myself
At least I
thought so,
Til I saw a
mouse
Run right thru
a hole in the
wall
I jumped on a
table to get
in the clear
To make sure
that mouse was
outta' here,
After a while
I got down
It was looking
good, no mouse
around
I got a broom
and was
sweeping the
floor
outta' the
hole he ran
once more.
I took that
broom, with
one big boom
Knocked that
mouse right
outta' the
room
Then I pulled
up an easy
chair
looked here
and there with
a certain
stare,
making sure I
was home alone
and that
creepy mouse
was now gone
It took a
while for him
to come back
but I still
had my broom,
and gave him a
whack!
this time he
was flying
thru the air
I jumped
quickly from
my chair
Decided to
turn this into
a game
I'd play 'hole
in one' as the
golfers do.
So I went and
got those
golfer's
shoes,
now golf ball
was that
mouse's name
Here he
came....creeping
slow
I stayed real
still so he'd
not know
what my real
intentions
were,
for a little
while I did
not stir
Then in
position with
putting in
mind
I whacked that
mouse on his
behind.
He was now
flying thru
the air
giving that
hole in the
wall a stare
He came
wobbling from
his hole in
the wall
a worn out
mouse is what
I saw,
But I had my
broom and was
not done
'til I finally
made that hole
in one!
That was a
short game
after all
but he was
moving outta
the hole in
the wall
Had a tear in
his eye, as he
waved goodbye
Then out of
sight, I could
hear him cry!!
Betty Hill ©
2008
ponymae1@hotmail.com
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