A Tail of Love

There are so many stories of the dead..
Oh haunted houses, wizards and how people bled..
Some names even are not mentioned out loud..
Like Voldermont, every Harry has a dark looming cloud..

My girlfriend of old had her pet scare..
A mouse so tiny, glimpses were rare..
But i hate that little ball of fur..
It has often kept me from her..

She would see it when it wasnt there..
and cling on me while i smelled her hair..
But one day the mouse made me mad..
It stole from me the kiss i never had..

We were so close our noses we touching..
When with a squeak, havoc it did fling..
She forgot the kiss and everything else..
The moment passed and never came thence..

I wonder what could kill that rat..
Hit it on the head with a brick bat..
But all the plans i hatched fell flat..
When she adopted the creature and called me fat..

Now i sit and wonder what went wrong..
How did the tune change to my song..
All eggs in one one basket crushed to the ground..
I ponder when love will visit me next time round..

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About TitoV

The author of this blog doesnt look the part of the kind of guy who would generate the stuff in the posts. Well, looks can be deceptive.

Posted on February 15, 2012, in Life, love, poetry, scrriblings, thoughts and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. What a Tragic love story 🙂
    I say kill all rats before they destroy any more love stories 😆

  2. A rat? You got outdid by a rat? You poor thing. You know what you should get now, don’t you? 😀

  3. Uh-ho! I bet if given a chance, Luci could catch that rat. But of course there is that small matter of the rat being adopted and all. 😉

    • The plan is to avoid future rats, so can I have Luci on loan till time undecided 😀
      . That particular rat and his mistress is now history.. 😛

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