The True Saga of a Pot of Honey

On Christmas Eve we lost a pot of honey
That might sound funny and devoid of all impact
In fact, I passed it off as puzzling but not bizarre
After all, a jar is easily lost in our house
And many a mouse could raise whole generations
And cause no panic, grief or consternations
I’d never notice them!
But now all that is changed!
We are exhausted and our whole home re—arranged
The larder washed, the floor, the walls
The lavatory — even the halls
You see I found that honey!
Not on the first shelf
Nor even on the second
But on the third
The fourth,
The fifth,
Descending contents in coagulant cascade
I’ve faded mentally for now
But no doubt will arise to face new hazards
From my hapless kin
A Merry Christmas! God Bless Tiny Tim.

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985