There were these three inebriated mice,
Where each had been told bluntly, more than twice.
To leave that leaking bubbly stuff alone,
For, if ignored, then each would surely groan.
But they convinced themselves that it was fun,
Oblivious to what they’d feel when done.
But, what they didn’t know, the farmer’s wife,
Already drunk, was wielding a big knife,
While trying to prepare the supper’s meal,
She, too, oblivious to what she’d feel.
For, what the mice were sipping, she had spilled,
So, in a very short while, all were filled.
Now, every time she tried to fill her cup,
More than a little, she would splosh it up.
Of course, the mice ran after every drop;
And, pretty soon, did not know how to stoop.
This caused the wife to notice them, scream “Eek!”
And flailed her knife between each given shriek.
I hope this helps explain the Fairy Tale,
For, with each lunge, she’d only hit a tail.
This makes the Tale a little more concise;
To better grasp the story of Three Blind Mice!
© Richard Williams