The shell-shocked fondant rodent wiped the sugar from his brow,

How did it come to this? Why here? Why now?

So many good men have died, ginger-bread and cream,

Cherry lips didn’t stand a chance; no-one heard them scream.

The mouse turned gaze across the field and saw the lake of Tang,

He used to sit with his fisherman friend and swim while the whistlepops sang,

But his thoughts were swiftly shattered as millions fell from above,

A chalky white disc read “Death will be your dowry, my one and only love”

The mouse quickly took shelter, in an empty Smarties tube,

And called for reinforcements from the purple coloured Frubes,

Smoking a candy cigarette he covered his jelly ears,

And prayed to Mr Soft that he’d live to see better years.

A small fair haired child dismounted his horse and wept,

He may have had a gun but was way out of his depth,

Sent to kill a mouse the whole thing seemed so crude,

But I guess not all conflicts can be settled by giving out free food.

The sugar mouse saw the boy, charged, sprung to attack,

But he tripped and slipped on a liquorice stick and landed on his back,

The cowboy asked “any last words? A confession from this confection”

The mouse replied “This poem’s too sweet, I’ve got awful indigestion!”