29/07/2024
The Cemetery Mole
Down in the Churchyard
in amongst the graves so still
is a little problem
and it makes me ill
A Mole has made his home
in the family plot
as for our feelings
he does not give a jot
Every time I go to tend
the grave with love and care
I am greeted by this mound of earth
so I know that he has been there
He digs away to his heart’s content
the mound gets bigger every day
so I am going to have to trap him
try to catch it in some way
So I will dig a little hole into his mound
and set a trap for him
a passer by walked over
said what are you up to Jim
Trying to catch this little varmint
who is causing me concern?
I have to teach him a lesson
so that he will learn
To leave my family plot alone
go somewhere else to dig his tunnels
because all the mounds he leaves behind
looks like a row of funnels
So I set my trap, and off I went
home for a good nights rest
satisfied I had done my duty
to catch this little pest
As I fell asleep, my mind did dream
this little creature with his pick and shovel hard at work all night
dragging the dirt to the surface in his little cart
so it would be there for me to see at early light
Suddenly there was a clanging sound
as the trap snapped down on his neck hard and fast
trapped, struggling to break free
but soon to breathe his last
I awoke with such a start
shouting Oh Lord, what have I done?
I have killed one of Gods tiny creatures
on with clothes and out I run
Down to the Cemetery at high speed
till I reached the family plot
I yanked on the trap protruding
to see what I had got
To my relief there was nothing there
I must have dreamt it all it seems
my little friend was still alive
not dead, like in my dreams
I quietly flattened out his mounds
Thought I can do that every day
It can be a special thing between us
A game that we can play
After all what harm was he doing
tunnelling away
my relatives now had company
and that’s how it will have to stay
