Bush poetry by Andrew Hull
All night a noisy little mouse was keeping me awake,
With that irritating little squeaky scratchy noise they make.
And then at breakfast time there was mouse pooh on my flakes,
And at lunchtime there was mouse pooh on my chocolate cake.
“I’ll snare him”, I decided, “when he finishes his nap”.
And I used a bit of cheese with a drop of mango sap.
Then I set the apparatus just outside his little flap,
But he just ate the cheese, and left mouse pooh on the trap !
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| The Mouse on the Barroom Floor |
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Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night. Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse and stood in the pale moonlight. He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor, then back on his haunches he sat. And all night long you could hear him roar, ‘Bring on the goddam cat!’ |
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The Urana Independent and Clear Hills Standard (NSW : 1913 – 1921), Friday 29 December 1916,
