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Saved From Hell Fire

Timothy Price55 Comments

Meet A.I. Indriðsdóttir, a new vocalist from Iceland who has been working with El Cheo on several new songs. I used a poem from a post back in October 2021 titled “Saved From Hell’s Fire Rhyme” to create the song.

A.I. Indriðsdóttir is as beautiful as her voice

Gwendolyn: “What do you mean, ‘No grilled mice tonight?’ You two are sickos saving mice from a good grilling and not feeding them to us cats!”

Paparozzo: “Sorry, Gwendolyn. I saved those mice from the grill four years ago, and Silver gave me a good grilling and rough kitty tongue lashing over it back then.”

Marble: “You could have at least shish-kebabbed them!”

Loki: “Talk to the paws and the claws, Paparazzo!”

Jake: “Whoa! What a beautiful woman. I’m smitten! When do I get to meet her?”

Paparazzo: “Sorry, Jake, she lives in Iceland, thousands of miles away.”

Saved From in Hell Fire
El Cheo, A.I. Indriðsdóttir

[Verse 1]
Little Miss Mousie faced the flames of hell
Under cover of an accommodating grill
The third burner it didn’t light
Covered in insulation she stole in the night
Mouselettes were lucky they were not well done
As I gathered them up one by one

[Chorus]
Saved from Hell fire
They faced heated light
Saved from Hell fire
They were in a plight
Saved from Hell fire
No grilled mice tonight
Saved from Hell fire
The mice are alright

[Verse 2]
I moved them to a waiting pan
With pink insulation I had at hand
I put them in a safe place well hidden
While I grilled the thighs of a Costco chicken
Cleaned the grill shut off the gas
With the mouselettes tucked deep in the grass

[Chorus]
Saved from Hell fire
They faced heated light
Saved from Hell fire
They were in a plight
Saved from Hell fire
No grilled mice tonight
Saved from Hell fire
The mice are alright

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats and turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill

[Outro]
By the time I need to grill again
The mouselettes will be all grown up
Big, and strong, and off on their own
To tease the cats on chance they get caught
Their redemtion from hell fire
An old fool’s kindess all for nought

[Guitar Solo]

[Fin]
I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats and turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill
Back in the grill

Saved From Hell’s Fire Rhyme

Timothy Price76 Comments

Miss Mousie (House Mouse, Mus musculus) in our grill in her nest of pink insulation after I had removed her nest and five tiny mouselettes so I could use the grill. She and her mouselettes were lucky the insulation kept the third burner from lighting before I saw her nest of insulation and turned off the other two burners.

Little Miss Mousie faced the flames of hell
Under cover of an accommodating grill
The third burner it didn’t light
Covered in insulation she stole in the night
Mouselettes were lucky they were not well done
As I gathered them up one by one

I moved them to a waiting pan
With pink insulation she had on hand
I put them in a safe place well hidden
While I grilled the thighs of a Costco chicken
Cleaned the grill shut off the gas
With the mouselettes tucked deep in the grass

I put things in order, went in for the night
I fed the cats, I turned out the lights
When morning came I wasn’t thrilled
To find that Little Miss Mousie was back in the grill.

Silver: “You saved mouselettes instead of grilling them for me? What kind of low life, pathetic, paparazzo, loser of a cat herder are you, anyway?”

Me: “I’m not going to murder innocent little mouselettes who you wouldn’t eat, anyway! Besides, Shey’s Dudes would never forgive me.”

Silver: “Well I think I’m insultated you morbid, mouselette mothering Monothelite!”

Me: “Do you mean ‘Philistine’? I’ve never heard of insulting anyone by calling him a ‘Monothelite’ other than by you completing an alliteration!

Silver: “Are you saying I’m ‘alliterate’? Now I’m doubly instultated! You profligate, pink, pasty skinned prelate of Peromyscus!”

Me: “OK! You’re not ‘alliterate’! BTW, while on the subject of morbid mothering, Silver, the last rather large mouse you carried in the house from the catio like it was a wee little kitten is still hanging out under the stove in the kitchen.”

Silver: “I thought that was a gopher? My bad!”

Of Mice and Mess

Timothy Price14 Comments

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Laurie’s been reorganizing the house over winter break, and she finally got to the armory/computer room/photo room/workshop that has been doubling as a large closet to store everything that we didn’t have a place for otherwise. Scads of age old electronics, analog sound equipment, computers and peripherals have come out of this room — many of which go back to the stone age of their technology.

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