Friday, December 17, 2010

Three Nine Mice


Nine Mice

by Jack Prelutsky


Nine Mice on tiny tricycles
went riding on the ice,

they rode in spite of warning signs,

they rode despite advice
 The signs were right, 
the ice was thin,

in half a trice, 
the mice fell in,

and from their chin down to their toes
those mice entirely froze.


Nine mindless mice, who paid the price,

are thawing slowly by the ice

still sitting on their tricycles
nine white and shiny micicles


Micicles without icicles... Quite niceicles!

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