The Mice Family

10:55P Santa Monica time

So I'm lazy today. My house guest relatives have flown off into the wild blue yonder earlier this evening after four days of running around with little time in between events with extended family (not mine), 90th birthday celebrations, mountains, the beach, a red Mustang convertible to get to and fro and now back to work in the morning. A blitz trip! They weren't around long enough for us to have a laughing good time although it was pleasant.

My biggest laugh today was one I read in a magazine: What ball LOOKS good but doesn't bounce good? An eyeball. I thought that was funny, it's really two jokes. My relatives were not amused. Which I found funny! It's the small things in life that delight. The reader is probably not amused either...if there are any readers thus far.

Today I am re-visiting a true story that happened in the vintage month of September 1991, a small thing that delighted me, so I had to make a rhyme out of it then which still delights me.


The Mice Family

Well, once upon a time there was
a family of tiny mice
who lived up Laurel Canyon-way.
They were so cute, and they were nice.

They never interfered a lot
with people who lived in their house.
They did their errands, ate and slept
while being quiet as a mouse.

One day a ripe banana on
the frig they sampled peel and all.
They were not greedy, they left half
to rest within their banquet hall.

This was an error on their part.
They did not know to what amount
had they consumed the other half,
the people would not think to count

the rest of the bananas, so
a trap was built to move them on.
As one by one they entered it,
they started feeling woebegone

until they realized that they
were getting food and water, too.
Their tiny ears and whiskers twitched
when bedding came! A rendezvous

was up and coming soon, they found,
as they were loaded on a truck.
They wound around the canyon while
they pondered whether this was luck.

But, yes, it was! At Mulholland
the door was loosed and they were free!
No house was near, but not to fear,
they'd have a lovely picnic tea!


So much for small things. The story? Or the mice, who actually were small? Think about the size of their tiny round eyeballs! Or the fact that the mice were actually house guests! There are layers of small, entangled things here, including my mind.

Miss Peach