Three Blind Spice Mice
                         by Jackee

Ambassador, friend Meokleeunder, please tell me of your trip. Did good things come to be the day you met upon her ship?

Your greatness King, Oh mighty man, please hear what I do say: On meeting with this ship called Voyager, I surely rue the day.

Though she was smooth and clean of line and comfortable to boot, It was her crew of crazy men that made me want to shoot! Took three dear friends, so wee and tempting, a tasty for my lunch. But when I sat a scream rang out - I surely had a hunch. Jumped right up off the plate, they did. They up and ran away. Left nail marks along the table's edge and dashed into the fray. The mice were seen in quick sucession upon the counter long. A tatooed man with jet black hair did call out the alarm.

One heard it; One saw it; I yelled at them to stop. But orange-hair, he, the cooking man impaled it with a mop!

Oh my! My faithful Meokleeunder, how loyal you do prove. To endure such rogue's behavoir and the capture of your food.

But wait, O King, dear mighty man, there's more I have to say. The second murder of my lunch was carried out this way:

The next of my dear furry friends, blind as the one before, through extraordinary luck, took off right out the door. Found him on the deck, they did, and dazed is how he lay. Seems never he did sense this thing - the wall across the way.

One heard him; One saw him; I yelled at them to stop. But that mad girl with ridg-ed skull just bashed him with a rock!

Bashed him with a rock, dear man? How horrible for sure! How you did bear without a whine proves true your heart is pure.

Why thank you, great and mighty King - and truly right you are. But more I bore for my third friend. They really went too far!

The third blind mouse, oh smart he was, determined to escape. Went down a long dark jeffries tube and there his claim did stake! Not one of her wild crazy men was able him to move, til the wise, I doubt it,  sandy one began to get a groove. He brought three women, sure and fair and ordered them to sing. They sang sweet songs and hula danced and out the mouse did bring! My last fair chance of having lunch I felt then melt away. My lonely wee last loved spice mouse would surely not hold sway.

One heard it; One saw it; I yelled at them to stop. But sandy hair, the pilot man, just blew him out the lock!

Ambassador, poor Meokleeunder, my man I you esteem. So at my table lie three spice mice done roasted fried and steamed!!