Twas the day after Thanksgiving, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, stuffed like a mouse.
The dishes still lying in the sink with care,
In hopes that the maid soon would be there.
The children who knows if they slept in their beds,
Were out making trouble that popped in their heads.
Delores at her desk, and John in his seat,
Had just settled down for a long breakfast treat.
When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the fireplace he flew like a flash,
Looked into the glass and there in the ash.
A little grey squirrel, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment it wasn't St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his eyes first we saw,
And he scratched, and he scratched, and away he did claw!
"Now Nicholas! now, Melissa! now, Mackenzie and Aiden!
No, Delores! No, Christopher! No Gavin and Steven!
Get out of the house! Away from the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
Not a creature was stirring, stuffed like a mouse.
The dishes still lying in the sink with care,
In hopes that the maid soon would be there.
The children who knows if they slept in their beds,
Were out making trouble that popped in their heads.
Delores at her desk, and John in his seat,
Had just settled down for a long breakfast treat.
When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the fireplace he flew like a flash,
Looked into the glass and there in the ash.
A little grey squirrel, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment it wasn't St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his eyes first we saw,
And he scratched, and he scratched, and away he did claw!
"Now Nicholas! now, Melissa! now, Mackenzie and Aiden!
No, Delores! No, Christopher! No Gavin and Steven!
Get out of the house! Away from the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
The couch was moved quickly, A chair on the glassWith brooms in their hands, they were ready at last.
My camera I grabbed, thinking what a great post
Standing back a little while finishing my toast.
Mackenzie upon watching the tale of the daySaid, Oh a squirrel for cousin Chris's birthday.
It must be my jacket that brought him here.
I'll be sure to wear it again next year.
And then, in a twinkling, a sight we all saw,
The prancing and pawing of each little claw.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Out of the fireplace the squirrel came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his body was tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of nerves oh what a sight,
He looked like a deer,caught in headlights.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old squirrel,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of his twirl!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know a great blog to be read.
Of course I was scared he was running towards me
So only one picture I got you can see.
But I heard John exclaim, ‘ere he ran out of sight,
"Happy Freedom to all, and to all a good-fight!"
9 comments:
Excellent poetry Delores!
Jeff would love to bring his bebe gun and walkie talkies over if it happens again:)
Been there done that. They are the hardest things to get out of your house. Ours came in through the chimney and went through the insulation. It was a funny site. I wish we had video-taped it. They are so fast.
Too funny! We had a squirrel come down the chimney when I was a kid. We've never forgotten it.
You are too funny! That was definitely post worthy!!!
Wow! That was great Delores! So fun to read. What a fun Thanksgiving memory!
You are a pretty good writer. What a cute little squirrel. Did you save it for your cousin?
Delores,
First off, I keep forgeting to tell you what a great writer you are. I am totally amazed at you. How come you have never done
anything with this talent?
Like maybe a children's book oranykind of book.
Second, Tom and I know all to well what those squirrels can do. Remember the Thanksgiving that Tom got "run over by the squirrel". We had squirrels in the attic and tom thought he had got them all out and fixed the problem. Then one day we kept hearing the running of little feet up and down. We found the hole that they had chewed through which was cover over with metal, so my dear husband gets to ladder tofix the hole and all of a sudden he is falling off the ladder and down the hill. And the squirrel had made it out safely. He said all he ever saw was 2 beady eyes and then lots of fur flying in his face. He looks around to see if anybody is looking and sure enough, the neighbors saw it all. And I have to admit that I was laughing too.
It was funny. So Beware of Squirrels. The do notlike to be disturbed.
Grandma Vicki saying,
I love to read your blogs.
Boy I wish that I could type. I would hate to have to go find a job. I am just amazed at myself,because every job I ever had required typing and I was pretty good. I guess the old adage,"Use it or lose it" is true.
I do remember the squirrel story but even more is the shaving his chest to do insulation.
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