Slug Bug Scuzz

(Occasional Rhyme) Splat.Take that, plaguey pest; you, your brother, and all the rest. Were you given license from heaven to hurl yellow-bellied goop onto my sparkling shield? It's there to separate wind, not catapult you to glory. But lack-a-daisy husband threw out this quibble, "You're riding in a Buick, not a sidecar on a cycle. Count your blessings, dear; it's scuzzy glass and metal, not scum on your teeth." No power-wash, soap or brush will burst their odious wad. They cling as if their fling came from the hand of God. I'm reluctant to admit; they appeared on Veterans' Day, and stayed to say Merry Christmas in slug bug scuzz.