Having a blog is a useful thing sometimes. I just heard from my daughter’s good friend and Proper Big Banch, Sarah, who had been reading my blog and reminded me to cancel my direct debit for that missing mobile phone (blog passim). Thanks Sarah. Just for you, here’s a poem.
The Cautionary Tale of Cedric Mouse and Simon Louse
I sliced and diced and added spice
And in a trice, I’d served with rice,
A dish with which I could entice
My sweet shy Cedric into vice.
That shyster ate it, called it “nice”,
Not once or twice, he said it thrice.
In my mind’s eye I saw us spliced
And then he left, as cool as ice.
I thought tonight would end with kisses
But al I’ve got is dirty dishes.
Our lives are cursed by fly-by-nights
Who view us girls as their birthrights,
But quite my worst was Simon Price
Whose Merc turned out to be his wife’s.
Some men are mice, some men are lice,
So girls, I urge, take my advice
(I’ll try to make my words concise),
Steer clear of men, they’re just not nice.
You have a spelling mistook!
PS – Nice poem – especially when recited just before having dinner