Mr. Peppercorn and his tidy wife

I can stay awake all night, I will need to be—
Cold as a fish, without a warm kettle.
Dead tired, moonlight envelops me,
A rye concoction, ugly to my innards;
My thoughts begin to decompose.

I must find the key, the door, I will try and walk
The white line like chalk on a sidewalk;
Quietly, quietly as the bottle and glass
Jostle with each other; what is all that commotion?
Oh, nothing my dear— must be an inebriated mouse.

You must dispose of it— feed it to the cat!
Perhaps, but some things of this world are indigestible.
Whose labor not yet gone awry,
My blithe, tidy young wife enters the peddler’s domain;
A hairpin has conquered a lock with its spidery jaws.

In the still of the night, I could not woo her;
Armed with hatchet and broom,
My copper creation, my courtship with lightning,
Was disposed of in a dustbin with a wide, metal mouth.
Nightly now, I attend temperance meetings.

Copyright © 03/24/2019 lance sheridan®

Mr. Peppercorn and his tidy wife

60 comments on “Mr. Peppercorn and his tidy wife

  1. “Temperance meetings” I love it!
    We call those ‘Tuesday 3pm Safety Meetings’.
    Poor mice-get blamed for so much;)

  2. Such an imaginative and fun piece! I saw this scene play out in black and white, on film where you could hear the projector whirring behind.

  3. Love this line, “but some things of this world are indigestible.” Thank you for sharing your wonderful writings.

  4. So funny to win his young wife Temperence Meetings. Poor old mouse not worth eating, I agree with that in home with two cats they will not eat them. Always beautiful descriptive words.

  5. beatrice841129783 says:

    C’est drôle amusant
    En réunions tempérance
    Mes pensées commencent à se décomposer.
    Oh être une souris en état d’ ébriété.
    Un chat ne serait s’y frotter
    c’est écrit est empreint d’originalités

    Bonne soirée amicalement

  6. charef says:

    J’aime votre poésie qui m’aide à interroger mes rêves.

  7. As one of Japanese ancestry, I encourage mercy for one dead tired mouse. That salaryman’s late night toilings at the izakaya… temperance is but a hazy virtue, a brief dream on the white-line train until awakened by the conductor at the last stop. It is always difficult to woo her that upon the tattle of a yielding lock must pay for the long taxi-ride home. (-_^)

  8. Patty Magyar says:

    I loved this! Thank you!

  9. Xea B. says:

    Quel merveilleux tableau! C’est brillant.

  10. Sonal P Deo says:

    Humour out of such a simple thing 😀 nicely penned

  11. MOMENTS says:

    Very well written as always, Lance. I love how you transform the ordinary events of life into something extraordinary with gorgeous imagery. Also, I like the touch of humor in this poem. It made me smile.

  12. lampmagician says:

    Great one again, I love this shadow which comes along with every word 🙏❤✌

  13. Hey Lance, just wanted to let you know my blog is now private. You’ll need to ask for permission so I can grant you access, that is if you still want to read me. It’s easy, you’ll see.
    Hope to see you there.

  14. PePa. says:

    Lost in his world,she would take so long to get into his labyrinth of a door and embrace the warmth well held behind the doors of coldness;a discovery yet to be made in her wake and his walk.

  15. rebktd says:

    Me reitero… tienen un halo especial …

  16. I just say; Fantastic!

  17. Thank you very much sir . You are always very supportive 🙏🙏.

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