Party-mouse

Verse 1:

There's going on a party,
At which I'm a mouse.
And a many cause,
To return house.

I'm a party-mouse,
Around whom there is chaos.
Someone's wine,
For somebody douse,
And I'm as always a louse.

Chorus 1:

Bitter tears,
Are already near.
They feel fear,
When not "clear".

We will never,
Speak as equals.
Are moving the wheels,
But is broken a lever.

We are different levels,
Of wild society,
Where you are higher.
I'm propriety,
Even though not sobriety,
I'm smarter.

Verse 2:

There's going on a party,
At which I'm a party-mouse.
And a many cause,
To return house.

My lachrymose prose,
Suffer from
A lack of rhyme's dose.
My home -
Is a quick course,
How to feel not close and false.

Chorus 2:

Bitter tears,
Are already near.
They feel fear,
When not "clear".

We aren't a pair,
Because I hear,
That you throw a spear,
While I breathe in air.

We are different levels,
Of wild society,
Where you are higher.
I'm propriety,
Even though not sobriety,
I'm smarter.

Afterword:

For the New Year,
I will ask Santa Claus,
A cute toy, for instance -
Minnie Mouse.
She will definitely have causes,
Help to dare,
Find the right outs.

02.12.2025