because there ain’t much meat to the ounce.
I sniff ‘em out and pounce.
Not much fight
in them mousies.
“Love to eat them mousies…!”
because it’s mousies I have to trounce.
Till it’s Caribou time.
That’s when I flounce.
Posted at dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille night. The magic word for the night is “bounce.”