Thursday, October 05, 2006

The Mouse on the Bar Room Floor

Some Guinness was spilled on the Bar room 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:


* The Dublin city guide shared this poetry when we passed by the Guinness brewery. Lucky cat. *

1 comment:

javatia said...

hahahahha. hilarious. kekekeke. good one.