(This is the third and final poem for the winners of the Sunday Quiz. Today's poem is for the *official* winner, Lolamouse. She requested that I write something about a mouse, or about the color pink. Enjoy.)
Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran down the block
The clock struck one
And in she run
To Danny's Coffee Shop.
It is Saturday afternoon.
The Succubus walks into Danny's Coffee Shop wearing ginormous black plastic sunglasses, and a pink ribbon in her raven hair.
The first thing she sees
Is the QOTV
Up on tip toes on the back of a booth,
Wtf? she says.
(That's succubus for good morning.)
"She saw a mouse," explains Denise the waitress.
The Dark-Haired Chick is on the other side of the booth with her hand up to her face like a perp, mortified.
Between gritted teeth, she says,
"You are SUCH
Outside, are lots of women
Dressed to the nines
In black and white,
There are also bearded men--
Chloe watches them
And asks the room,
"Why are those guys wearing big napkins?"
The Succubus, now at her customary corner table, looks up and drawls,
"Those are prayer shawls,
Chloe turns around
And squints her eyes,
Working her jaw
Off to the side.
"Well thank you," she says, then adds:
"Nice hair ribbon, Gidget."
Savanna the teenage runaway takes her knife out of her boot.
She has the kitten Giuseppe Verdi in her right sweater pocket,
And when she leans down to her left, he goes up as if he were in an elevator.
There is a mouse on the floor.
Savanna holds her knife in front of it, and it
"Going up!" she says, with a smile in her rough voice.
Soon, mouse and kitten are asleep in a pile,
Next to her coffee cup.
"What is this?"
Hand on hip.
"Shh!" scolds Savanna.
"It's nap time!"
It is early Saturday afternoon at Danny's Coffee Shop,
And for just a moment,
Among the succubi, and vampires, and multiple felons,
A peace descends
Like a good house blend
And not a creature is stirring,
(Well, you know the rest.)