NaPoWriMo Poem for April 44th

a smile at the corner of your mouse

on your face a mouth that smiles
in your head a mouse
wiggles waves and scampers miles
thinks your skull’s a house

string cheese is his guilty pleasure
stolen from your bites
puts it with his other treasure
secrets and delights

that is why at times a tickle
in your throat or nose
tells you that his path is fickle
as he comes and goes

you may say he isn’t really
anything at all
but his tale’s a peach a dilly
he will answer–call!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: