a delightfully funny poem by a hero of mine, Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes
OLD MAN MOUSE
"In our first little two-room house,
a mouse attacked a candy wrapper
fallen to the floor
from the pocket of a jacket
hanging on a nail on the wall.
My husband and I suddenly awakened
with all the alarm of two pederdactyls
in too narrow a bed
confronted by a tyrannosauri of some sort
under
the
bed.
Husband could just reach his cowboy boots,
but
first shook them upside down
to make
sure
no mouses in there.
He grabbed the
broom
and chased mouse around the
room,
both he and mouse exceedingly
naked,
except for the one in cowboy boots
with penis and testicles swinging—
this was not the mouse.
As husband chased rodent,
the mouse suddenly stopped,
just stopped,
fell over and died,
right before our eyes.
Husband said slowly,
It must have been
a sick
mouse.
But I have a different theory.
Have you ever seen a man’s genitalia
from below?
I say mouse looked up,
saw dreaded hose monster jumping
around with its two great greedy eyeballs
bulging
and swinging,
and mouse had a bad heart.
Mouse just up
and died
of fright.
Or struck
down
by awe."
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