Little Mouse with a Big Tummy

Even before day would break

little mouse would be up and awake.

He would rush in a trice

 for two hours of stern exercise.

 Little mouse had but one fear

he didn’t want a tummy like bear.

 Bear was fat and stout

 his tummy was  talked about.

Bear was next door neighbour

 he would rarely toil and labour.

 But he never missed a meal

 every meal was a sumptuous deal.

 Bear was big, his tummy bigger

 but he didn’t mind it either.

 He was bit of a funny chap

exercise, he said, is pointless crap.

 But little mouse was a big worrier

and he worried about his figure.

For pot bellies he had a dislike

and he was scared of being bear like.

 Jogging, pushing and the weights

failed to alter his destined fate.

More he exercised more he ate

 and he kept on gaining weight.

 Then he had an ankle sprain

 and in bed he had to remain.

 He could no longer jog and run

and for that he was sad and glum.

 Fussy was his mother dear

 no ifs and buts would she hear.

She fed him fruits and nuts

lots of juices and cold cuts.

 Little mouse was quite afraid

 he was gaining a lot of weight.

 Alas, true came his only fear

he had a tummy like the bear.

©i b arora