Weekend delight!




Old Irish Tale.
Some Guinness was spilt on the barroom floor
When the pub was shut for the night.
When out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
And stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy foam from the floor
Then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long, you could hear the mouse roar,
“Bring on the goddamn cat!”


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Artist Tanya Bond
Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/
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