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Lyr Add: Diary of a Church Mouse

Monologue John 22 Oct 24 - 07:14 AM
Charmion 22 Oct 24 - 08:19 AM
Charmion's brother Andrew 22 Oct 24 - 08:33 AM
Charmion 22 Oct 24 - 03:21 PM
keberoxu 25 Oct 24 - 06:19 PM
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Subject: Lyr Add: Diary of a Church Mouse
From: Monologue John
Date: 22 Oct 24 - 07:14 AM

DIARY OF A CHURCH MOUSE
(John Betjeman)

Here among long-discarded cassocks,
Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks,
Here where the vicar never looks
I nibble through old service books.

Lean and alone I spend my days
Behind this Church of England baize.
I share my dark forgotten room
With two oil-lamps and half a broom.

The cleaner never bothers me,
So here I eat my frugal tea.
My bread is sawdust mixed with straw;
My jam is polish for the floor.

Christmas and Easter may be feasts
For congregations and for priests,
And so may Whitsun. All the same,
They do not fill my meagre frame.

For me the only feast at all
Is Autumn's Harvest Festival,
When I can satisfy my want
With ears of corn around the font.

I climb the eagle's brazen head
To burrow through a loaf of bread.
I scramble up the pulpit stair
And gnaw the marrows hanging there.

It is enjoyable to taste
These items ere they go to waste,
But how annoying when one finds
That other mice with pagan minds

Come into church my food to share
Who have no proper business there.
Two field mice who have no desire
To be baptized, invade the choir.

A large and most unfriendly rat
Comes in to see what we are at.
He says he thinks there is no God
And yet he comes ... it's rather odd.

This year he stole a sheaf of wheat
(It screened our special preacher's seat),
And prosperous mice from fields away
Come in to hear our organ play,


And under cover of its notes
Ate through the altar's sheaf of oats.
A Low Church mouse, who thinks that I
Am too papistical, and High,

Yet somehow doesn't think it wrong
To munch through Harvest Evensong,
While I, who starve the whole year through,
Must share my food with rodents who

Except at this time of the year
Not once inside the church appear.
Within the human world I know
Such goings-on could not be so,

For human beings only do
What their religion tells them to.
They read the Bible every day
And always, night and morning, pray,

And just like me, the good church mouse,
Worship each week in God's own house,
But all the same it's strange to me
How very full the church can be
With people I don't see at all
Except at Harvest Festival.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Diary of a Church Mouse
From: Charmion
Date: 22 Oct 24 - 08:19 AM

As a church musician for decades, I know this mouse. She’s the little old lady glaring at the strangers ensconced in her favourite pew at Midnight Mass.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Diary of a Church Mouse
From: Charmion's brother Andrew
Date: 22 Oct 24 - 08:33 AM

Charmion, does the name Lillian Westell ring a bell?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Diary of a Church Mouse
From: Charmion
Date: 22 Oct 24 - 03:21 PM

Archdeacon Osborne’s greatest fan.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Diary of a Church Mouse
From: keberoxu
Date: 25 Oct 24 - 06:19 PM

This is funny and touching.


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