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Bugaboo I insect whack with swatter's wrath Ants and spiders they’re on the rise Moths, beetles and mosquitoes needles Summer's bug’s season that's the reason They creep and crawl, consume and gnaw Double there substance they eat all Big bug eyes, huge fangs and horny clawed If they grew any larger I'd be mauled They swarm, buzz and cause commotion I don't realize, what's their notion? In my face so out of place, I'm disturbed They’re everywhere they should never be I wish them wee small, out of sight, Unborn or long moved on………that works for me |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2009-03-28 03:22:14
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
And it would work so very well for me too my friend....loved this read from start to finish.....got my attention with the spiders of course....they are so big here in Tully I think they do nothing more then move in for the winter and eat all that gets in their way.......You certainly had me chuckling. We heat with wood and I did forget to tell my oldest daughter to be careful when they bring in wood with too many holes for the critters are close at hand......I usually put that piece right into the flame but it seems her boyfriend placed it on the top of the pile, near the wood stove and the heat called all 200 ants out to dance.....what a mess.......Hope you are well, take good care, God Bless, Claire