Saturday, 7 April 2012

Day 7 - The House Mouse

The mouse looked out across the floor
and read the length to cover.
He didn't like this game no more,
what choice did he have other?

When he was young the speeds he'd move,
meant he was hardly spotted.
But now his movements weren't so smooth,
and went passed time allotted.

The steps with benches were the worst,
now such a pained manoeuvre.
And he's the one who owned them first.
Back then he was a mover.
But they put cameras in the joint.
And all the people watched them.
His speeches suffered at that point,
and many times he botched them.

He felt his party just wasn't the same
maybe the time was right.
To leave behind this politics game
on floor no more to fight.

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