Dear diary…
I live in a breakfast cupboard.
It’s in a house.
It’s 23 Silvia Road.
I’m a mouse.
I only eat cereal and jam.
They’re so tasty!
What do I really want?
Something edible for me.
One day, I smelled a smell.
What is that smell?
It’s familiar to my kind.
It tastes so swell!
I decide to follow it.
Is it the popcorn machine?
No, not that.
Not even the candyfloss machine.
The Slush Puppy doesn’t know.
Neither does the waffle maker.
It’s certainly not in the butcher’s,
It’s certainly not in the baker’s.
It’s coming from the fridge!
I need to climb up high
I climb up using fridge magnets
And open it with all my might.
I see what’s causing the smell,
And I gasp in delight!
A huge, tender-smelling cheese
All yellow and just right!
I climb up past the vegetables
And past the chocolate and sweets
Once I settle by the cheese,
I think it’s time to eat!
Mmmmm, delicious, what a taste!
It’s the best cheese ever made
And to top it off after a while,
I drink some lemonade
Suddenly, I hear footsteps
Someone’s coming, what to do?!
I run out of the fridge
And back into the cupboard, 1, 2
The housewife comes in
And sees the eaten cheese
Her children ate it,
She must be pleased
She leaves the room
I peer out of the packet
Of cereal, and phew!
It must be the racket.
So next time you search for cheese,
Pleese take my advice:
Never take things from the fridge
Although they do smell nice!
Love,
Mouse.
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