THE MOUSE ON THE BARROOM FLOOR
M. Toole | Mar 05, 2014 | Comments 0
Some Guinness was spilt on the barroom floor,
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
& stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on haunches he sat.
All night long you could hear him roar:
Bring on the goddamn cat!
– Thanks to the Ouray Canavans for this ditty
Filed Under: Fractured Opinion
