One summer night when all was calm,
The nest of mice slept safe from harm.
Little snores and soft faint sighs,
Then Monty woke and rubbed his eyes.
He pricked his ears and listened hard.
Something strange; the silence marred,
By haunting notes from somewhere near;
His sleep disturbed, a touch of fear.
Following against his will,
The moonlight bright, the air was still.
But faintly he could hear the sound;
The beat insistent shook the ground.
Mesmerised, resistance fled,
No thoughts of going back to bed.
Brave Monty followed in trance,
Eyes now bright and feet a’ dance.
Flashing lights, a scene from hell
Greeted Monty ‘cross the dell.
Now this Brave Mouse had chanced his arm,
Risked his all and courted harm.
Had our little Mouse but known;
Had he checked his mobile phone,
He would have sussed the obvious truth,
Glastonbury week, forsooth!
Boadicea's Chariot 
Flashing lights, a scene from Hell
clashing chords, discordant bell,
bearded farts and skimpy bras,
disorder, riot, ‘neath sun and stars.
PapaG aka Victor Meldrew
Yes I sympathise with Monty!
Hey, PapaG. You should enter the competition.
Brilliant, thank you!
Cheeky… 😉
but tres bien, tous les deux…
… but fun! 🙂
mmm…
well I did ask for, um, an animal 😉
Well yes, and I couldn’t resist it, Claire. 🙂
of course; who wouldn’t..ara?!
I was rather surprised not to have had more strange creeturs creeping out
Off topic, sorry, but I am struggling to find songs…as ever.Any ideas? 😉
Songs?
For what purpose, Claire? School?
Well for the mice here we go
Ah, thank you from Monty, Rick! 🙂
ha ha! any excuse…
Ara; yes, for school, last minute, as ever. God knows I am no flippin music teacher! 😉
Crikey; I’m not much good at this either. Do you have a theme?
nope! last minute, I suppose. I’ll probably do Dock of the BAy again. OR maybe CLiff Richard; suitably bland. Last week they got all demanding and started treatig me like some sort of juke box. ‘Can you do HOtel California?’ ‘Can you do such and such.’
That video clip, Rick. Very funny; very weird too..
Is this end of term-itus?
I can’t believe you have to do this sort of thing, Claire. Can’t you send them home? 😉
on my part, end of termitus, yes!
I lose all will to live when my exam classes leave.As for the singing, well I’m a sort of one woman band, a rambling jack of all trades…in fact, anything but a mouse on Thursday afternoons 😉
Right. Night Ara
Night Claire: good luck!
A funny pome and so well told,
but not as good be I so bold
than if you’d had the grace to settle
on asking help from your dear Ethel.
Eff (sniffle)
By the right! That’s a gradely pome, Ara!
A very nice pomme, Minty, shades of Edgar Alan …. 🙂
🙂 Excellent, Araminta!
Nice one Minty MBE,
Do I detect a second entry for Claires competition?
Thank you, Eff. Nice tactics but no! Just stick it out ’till Christmas; we’re managing OK here. 🙂
Ta very much, Janus and Jan.
IS: just who is this Edgar Alan Mouse then?
Furry: yes, I’ve just doubled my chances of losing. 😉
Have you never heard of the chilling story The Mice on the Rue Morgue, Araminta?
Sounds very very scary Jan, and I have a nasty feeling it did not end happily! Didn’t it involve pendulums or is that a different one? 😉
Do you want a special category – Monty Mouse’s Misadventures? 🙂
Hello Boadicea.
I suppose if I said yes, I’d unfortunately feel obliged to write some more about the pesky crittur! 🙂
I have quite enough keeping Monty Mouse’s ancient enemies in check.
I’m sick of this shit. I’m off
What is the problem, Claire?
Hi Christopher, who are Monty’s enemies?
WTF?
don’t wet yourself Fret. I’m not sticking around.
Hello Claire;
There is no one called Fret on this site, and no one here means you harm.
My chief concern, the one I must most control has two colours — grey and white. She has two pointy ears, a tail, four legs. She has a taste for fish and she speaks to me in multi-toned meows.