Did you know that some people write poems about computer mice? I didn't. At least until today. I was puzzled to see the title "Ode to my computer mouse" on a page I surfed by mistake. "Curiosity killed the cat" and left the mouse, that's for sure. The lake poets wrote "Ode to an ancient urn"; why not an ode to a computer mouse? It's a modern muse for modern poets. And modern times bring modern approaches with them, even in poetry. After all we must respect the artist's vision whether we like it or not.

The most important thing is that people think about what's important for them and express it in art (music, poetry, painting). And the message of these poems is that many people find the computer mouse a very important thing in their lives, almost like a friend. Who am I to judge their passions and inspirations? Of course, all these poems that I found related to computer mice are not written by professional writers, licensed poets or something like that. They were published on blogs or web pages for amateur poets. But I must admit that all of them are original.



Computer Mice

by Todd-Michael St. Pierre

Can anyone give me advice . . . ?
What to do with computer mice?
At night they come out
And race all about.
Each mouse and its spouse
Invading my house.
They wreck my office
And they're not too nice.
What to do with computer mice?
Wait, I hadn't thought about that -
Perhaps, I'll get a computer cat!

This poem is really funny and written in simple rhyme, like it was meant for children. And that's ok. I like the way Todd-Michael makes fun of the computer mouse etymology and it's hilarious to suggest and imagine a computer mouse being caught by a computer cat. I really liked this one.



"A Heated Computer Mouse"

By Ed Matlack

Technology has come so far today,

The things they can do go far,

Beyond what they actually can do or say,

So, with this in mind, why can they not,

Bring out a heated mouse, for our cold hands...

Yes, a heated mouse, would be a great thing,

We could feel warm all over, including our hand,

I find it is the only place I feel cold, even when I stand,

Short of wearing gloves, short of sitting the heater,

Right on the table in front of me,

How about this wonderful technology,

Giving us a heated mousy...

Computers can do everything else, almost,

They can even find & take pictures of a ghost,

So what is the problem with making the mouse warm?

I ask this of you out there in computer land,

Is this not a good idea or am I being bland...?

Definitely not a good idea. That of inventing a heated mouse for your cold hands or for you to write a poem. It's a waste of time. Picture this: if you use a heated computer mouse, your palms sweat and that makes the mouse slippery and annoying when you use it to do your job on the computer. Isn't it easier for you to put on gloves if your hands are so cold??I think the person who wrote this poem has big circulatory problems and he should go to the doctor's and solve the problem. But leaving all this aside, the poet only has a simple wish; that's his most ardent desire. He does not want to be rich or to live forever or to marry Cameron Diaz: he just wants a heated mouse. I admit I was mean to him before; maybe someone will listen to him and put some heating in his mouse.



Ode to my computer Mouse.
by Annamarie

Dear Ebony Mouse I often forget to thank you.
I depend on your every click and hint of hue.

Each and everyday you calm my fears,
accept my gripe and indecisive taps.

I am sorry to take your for granted
for you are my Main Squeeze to staying informed.

Hail, Mouse! What shall I say, it's not exactly a love letter, but a thank you note. I agree. I am thankful every day for all the benefits that evolution and technology development have brought into my life. I don't write poems to thank them , but it's a free world and we do have freedom of speech.



Ode Tae A Computer Mouse - In Standard Habbie Style (Used by Robert Burns)

Wee, slender, slippery get
That arrow, pointer, cursor met!
Across the screen I'll run ye yet
Tae foul command
Yer flashing there, I weary bet
As tho' ma hand!

Doon, across an up the page
Ye run an click wi' ardour's rage
An' weel ye earn yer daily wage
On glaring screen
As solemn quiet, fades the sage
Bi nichtcome's een.

O moosie there ablow ma han
I'd praise ye as ye wer ma fan
Tho there ye sit an ne'er gan
Tae stubble feils
Nor squeek nor eek nor plan
On hervest meals.

On! On! yer software driven
Clickin mad; mad fae Heavan
A pointer's son o sisters seven
Gaed exclamations
Ye dae what's ayways ay yer bidd'n
Withoot exaggerations!

Point, click, drag an dropp
Frae footnote tae ra page's top
Ye run sae wild, an dinna stop
Ma sleek wee frien
Ye dance, warble, run and hop
Whar words hae been.

The schemes o mice and men
Are black an white an black again
An change in shades o colour's ben
In super V.G.A.
Goodbye tae quill; an fareweel pen
This weary day.

Patrick Scott Hogg

This hip-hop style poem made me laugh in tears. The poor guy really tried to imitate gangsta rap and for his sake I hope someone will read this and even compose a song to use these lyrics.  I admit I did not understand half of the poem, but I got the general idea: it's about the computer mouse. And somehow I think the poet uses a black computer mouse to go with his verse.