A Greeting; A Poem

Hello!
Peppermint Squeak was a mouse. A sweet albino mouse, one of 14 (or 21?) mouselets birthed into our household the year my brother and sister both got pet mice--one male, one female, as it turns out. All initial attempts to keep them separated were thwarted, but many children were made happy by their union, as all the babies were placed into good homes. Peppermint Squeak went to a good home, where I'm pretty certain she was renamed, to my infinite disappointment. I named her. The name was perfect. Peppermint Squeak is one of my favorite name inventions. The others: Blueberry Sprite (ice cream!), Chauncey Red (my alter ego, the one who takes chances and has red hair and doesn't care that Chauncey is a boy's name apparently...), and Droll Snoops (a banana tree). Anyway, the point is that the name Peppermint Squeak makes me happy, and I am hoping this will be a happy, light-hearted blog free of snobbery and freaking out. It will alternate between children's poetry and random poetry and baking exploits, and maybe some life stories--but i'm not typically very good at telling those. :) This is for fun, and because I need to write.

Song of the Hen

"Nothing beats bananas!" shrieked
The monkey known as Glen.
"Except dried corn and insects," muttered
Dulcimeena Hen.
"What's that?!" snapped Glen, accusingly,
"You dare to disagree?
Who cannot reach the lowest limbs
Of any given tree?"
"Excuse me," Dulcimeena sniffed,
"No need to be so rude.
Especially as you seem to have
The lowest taste in food!"
At that, Glen threw the fruit in question
With quite deadly speed,
And Dulcimeena pelted Glen
With pounds of chicken feed.
The fruit struck Dulcee's noggin and
Completely knocked her out--
And waking, she could not recall
What they'd been fighting 'bout.
The pellets drove the haughty monkey
Mad as a baboon--
So when she fell, he started singing
Love songs to the Moon.
"How lovely," Dulcimeena breathed,
Awaking to his ode.
"That's nothing--you should hear Me sing,"
Bragged Duke, a passing toad.
"I gladly will!" said Dulcee sweetly,
"Glen sings for the Moon--
But you, I trust, would sing--for me?--
A far more pleasing tune."
The toad affirmed--he loved the hen,
Her grace had caught his eye.
He dreamed about their future as
He zapped an errant fly.
So Glen, for unchecked love of fruit
And Lady Luna Loo,
Lost Dulcimeena's friendship, and
He missed her wedding, too.