Old Snoremouse
Dormouse, old snoremouse,
All snug in your warm house,
Wood on the fire,
And nuts in the storehouse,
Plumped up on pillows,
And wrapped in thick blankets,
With hot water bottles,
And feather down mattress.
Banish the winter!
Blunt icicles’ splinters!
Muffle the snowstorms,
And stopper the wind!
And sleep little dormouse,
You furry old snoremouse,
Sleep all through the winter,
And wake in the spring.
All snug in your warm house,
Wood on the fire,
And nuts in the storehouse,
Plumped up on pillows,
And wrapped in thick blankets,
With hot water bottles,
And feather down mattress.
Banish the winter!
Blunt icicles’ splinters!
Muffle the snowstorms,
And stopper the wind!
And sleep little dormouse,
You furry old snoremouse,
Sleep all through the winter,
And wake in the spring.
This poem is copyright (©) Oliver Noonday 2024
About the Writer
Oliver Noonday
Oliver is a charity bookshop manager who enjoys writing middle-grade poetry and prose. He has recently made the longlist for the Searchlight Awards: Best Novel Opening for Children.
