First of all, the carving board is probably not long enough for her to reach the floor from up there where she is standing on the chair. Secondly, I don’t know about NZ mice, but the mice around here are way too swift for such a cumbrous instrument.
The chopping block (I think every country calls it different things!) was plenty long enough because the mouse ran up the clock. Secondly, I believe the mouse was on vacation from Maine and feeling a little groggy from jet lag.
One editor I know, of an American small literary journal, throws up his hands in despair over the number of unsolicited, so- called haiku that land on his desk; he said it’s like being nibbled to death by goldfish.
Once in a while, a gem of a haiku is born. But then again, it’s the same for any poetic form. I think I’m getting too old to have opinions but one sees it everywhere: people posting 6 or 7 poems a day, sometimes more; people writing what they call “stream-of-consciousness” which they think is typing out stuff in any order as it comes into your head; etc etc. Nonsense, nonsense all – why, even today someone wrote a story about a cutting board and a mouse – in a kitchen with a handle. Don’t people ever read what they have written?!
Does Baroque rhyme with clock in your country? We say it to rhyme with joke.
When I was working in an art school I used to have a tee shirt that had this definition on the front: “Baroque: when you are out of Monet.”
Love the T-shirt – and we’re very adaptable: We pronounce Baroque both ways because as one of my admirers said yesterday in the Library when I played Scarlatti on the piano – “Wonderful music – I love Chopin”.
The cutting board would make a fine mouse mat!
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LOL! You could perhaps knit a rug?
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I suspect your version is more sinister than Keith’s! Great use of a few words to suggest the entire story without actually saying it 🙂
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Thanks Andrea. It took a lot more revisions than its length implies!
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Talk about the wrong tool for the job!
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She should have cut off its tail with the carving knife?
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First of all, the carving board is probably not long enough for her to reach the floor from up there where she is standing on the chair. Secondly, I don’t know about NZ mice, but the mice around here are way too swift for such a cumbrous instrument.
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The chopping block (I think every country calls it different things!) was plenty long enough because the mouse ran up the clock. Secondly, I believe the mouse was on vacation from Maine and feeling a little groggy from jet lag.
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Hickory, dickory dock! That explains everything!
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🙂 It always does!
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That is the most Devine sensation ever! Ever had those Doctor Fish aka Nibble Fish feed on your feet and hands?
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No – but drop wheat between your toes while bare-footed and stand there while little ducklings feed! Ooooh!
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Is that legal in NZ?
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“Fuck a duck” in NZ is an expression of surprise – and who wouldn’t be?
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I agree absolutely with Andrea! Are you practising perhaps, for haiku?
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A haiku? Not, surely, those terribly long-winded Japanese things? 😀
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One editor I know, of an American small literary journal, throws up his hands in despair over the number of unsolicited, so- called haiku that land on his desk; he said it’s like being nibbled to death by goldfish.
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Once in a while, a gem of a haiku is born. But then again, it’s the same for any poetic form. I think I’m getting too old to have opinions but one sees it everywhere: people posting 6 or 7 poems a day, sometimes more; people writing what they call “stream-of-consciousness” which they think is typing out stuff in any order as it comes into your head; etc etc. Nonsense, nonsense all – why, even today someone wrote a story about a cutting board and a mouse – in a kitchen with a handle. Don’t people ever read what they have written?!
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A Haiku 4 U
mid-august doldrums
mouse music in pots and pans
kitchen with handle
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Revised Haiku 4 U
mid-august doldrums
mouse music in pots and pans
kitchen with Handel
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OMG
Great minds think alike!
Hickory dickory dock
Baroque around the clock.
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Does Baroque rhyme with clock in your country? We say it to rhyme with joke.
When I was working in an art school I used to have a tee shirt that had this definition on the front: “Baroque: when you are out of Monet.”
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Love the T-shirt – and we’re very adaptable: We pronounce Baroque both ways because as one of my admirers said yesterday in the Library when I played Scarlatti on the piano – “Wonderful music – I love Chopin”.
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Lol
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A Haiku (part 2)
There once was a mouse
On Kezia’s countertop
Where’s my new laptop?
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The laptop has gone off dirty dancing…. (with Cynthia’s music-making mouse)
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Nobody puts mousy in the corner!
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And who moved his cheese?
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As the mouse said, “Oh that’s just grate.”
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Blind as Kezia was, her husband was still furious! For he could not get a handle of her… There WAS a cutting board.
And there WAS a brand new laptop w/mouse on the kitten countertop!
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Kezia was – you are saying – as blind as a bat?
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Yes. As blind as a table tennis bat.
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Such economy
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A whack is cheaper than a trap!
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My wife bought me a cutting board that came with a wooden mouse!
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Get a cat!
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You mean a dead mouse.
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True. Mice make you yearn for something like that sometimes.
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