Flying Mouse

Flying Mouse

A mouse, from a church steeple took a leap,
As the crowd watched silent - not a peep.
He twisted and turned in mid flight -
All agreed it was quite a sight.
He swooped and flew and messed about,
Then hit the ground with a mighty clout.

People came from near and far
And claimed the mouse an aerial star.
Asked, as he held his audience in thrall,
'Are you frightened of the fall?'
'No, he said, I love the feeling of the drop
And it only hurts me when I stop!'

Commonsense was something he lacked,
And they urged him on to repeat his act.
Though misguided, he dragged his frame
(it was terribly sore)
Right to the top for an encore.

He launched his body again from the top,
Determined this time not to belly-flop.
But after years of use and being abused,
He dropped like a brick and with the ground was fused.

Some people remarked he was a chump,
To hit the ground with such a thump.
They dug him up, all thin and flat
And employed him as a church door mat.

The moral of this tale is clear,
Don't be taken in by all you hear,
Listen only to those you trust.
Or you too one day, may bite the dust.

Richard Early