The Chocolate Mouse (after reading, I realise it needs plenty of work)

And he left his house....in a box...And how it began was consequence of a stolen chocolate mouse!

The food for the week was brought to his back door step,
He could stay in the house in which he thought and he wept,
For to his never-ending grief his dear kid had stolen -
She had stolen, It was a chocolate mouse!

Oh people don't laugh, it had cause and effect,
It wasn't no trifle that time had swept,
She was off to Hell because of her action

Surely her misdeed was due to a toddler's whim?
Oh Lord, it was just a chocolate mouse,
She'd not run off with someone else's house.

I'm told she's off to Hell 'cause you must not steal!
It's a sin to steal, whatever the deal,
Or that's what
That nun at school had taught me, =======

[WORKING ON THIS - SO IGNORE]

It's a sin to steal even a chocolate mouse,
That's what the nun had told me,
That you'd burn for eternity;
You'd get no respite.
A chocolate mouse!
Oh, I'm so frightened for my kid!
A chocolate mouse,
It's all she ever did,
Steal a chocolate mouse! [trail off]

"Oh, you, nun, what did you do to my head?
"You've petrified me!
"She's a good girl, I tell yer she truly is,
"She doesn't deserve to burn in flames forever!
"Didn't Jesus say that He'd forgive?
"Oh you, nun, deliver my kid,
"Oh please will you deliver my kid?
"Tell me you must have sinned indeed you did",
I asked the nun respectfully?
"Tell me, tell me what you did,
"God help me!
"Not a chocolate mouse you stole, 'cause you're way too thin too thin,
"No, I'm a nun and I never did sin" she told me,
"Apart of course from that passed on,
"Just like you 'n' your kid if y'all never done wrong
"But your girl, she has done wrong!"
Said nun to me, tones of mocking superiority:
"It is God that deemed sin,
"It wasn't me,
"I didn't scheme this creed,
"It wasn't me that made our dear Son bleed
"So don't blame me, 'cause I'm way too thin
"Never a chocolate mouse did I steal and never did I sin!"

She must feel love,
Oh Lord! she's gotta feel love;
Children are our lambs, the are meek,
They don't go out and deliberately steal
Chocolate mice, even one a week,
When they're just three - years - old,
An innocent lamb of God turning three years old!

I don't mind saying that nun has really hurt me,
She's really hurt me so deep down inside,
And the longer I think about my little girl sufferin',
The more I cannot stand these thoughts -
The more I just wanna die!

So one day, after my one hour per week visiting right -
I'd felt despondent, resigned, all night,
And I'd bought my little sunshine girl -
(thank God she don't know her fate) -
Two chocolate mice,
And believe me, her smile and laughter made me feel so warm inside
And I loved an' laughed to see her suckin' her fingers clean of
Those chocolate mice that'd made that nun so mean.

When my baby left I wrote a letter of intent,
That my purse of money is for her alone to be spent, be there whenever she wants,
So she can buy her chocolate mice with money not lent,
(I'd got saved a hundred pounds and a lucky charm an American cent).

And a letter I wrote, this being my last will & testament.
Some pills I'd let build up that the doc had sent,
Some pills, they're meant to stop me feeling bad,
These pills, they're meant to stop me feeling sad.
But how can my doctor make me feel good
When I know a sword hangs over her head,
Knowing what will happen to my baby
When I'm dead and gone.

So I'm leavin' now,
I know when I'm beat,
I can't fight with God out on the street:
The dull orange streetlight making shadowy image,
Of a man unclothed kicking and punching at the air,
It made a spectacle, some from safe distance stood and stared
It was later they said that man was mad,
It became folklore round abouts,
The tale was sad.

So pray good folk for my beloved girl,
And pray I misheard that nun,
When I was my baby's age in years now gone,
A chocolate mouse I stole, 't was fun.
Maybe it's karma catching up, as they say,
A generation gap, my baby would pay.

Dinner plates and metal crates clashing smashing dinner hall -
For it was that remark
That the mean nun took
In her stride that had started it all.

Dedicated To Fiona Hindley nee Melland...
...written by AJ Buttle, 16 November, 2010...