Rocky and Zumba were our pets
young and active mice.
They ran around and munched their food
their coats were very nice
As they grew old they slowed a bit
but still were very fit.
They loved their new and bigger cage
around it they did flit.
Both our friends grew really old and Rocky finally died
old Zumba soldered on a bit
Im sure he must have cried.
On his death the two old pals
were put into a boat.
A new adventure started as
they were set afloat.
We watched them as they sailed away
bobbing on a wave.
Much nicer being snuggled up
than lying in a grave.
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Author:
Philip (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Rocky and Zumba were my son's pet mice. When they died we made a very small boat and all went down to the river Crouch where we watched then float right out to sea. I wrote this poem for him.
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How lovely and did enjoy the poem.
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