Simon Hamill Poet Rhyme

A Gardeners Revenge

Those bloody slugs have ate my spuds,
Not one leaf left in sight.
I sit all day with my gun,
They must only come out at night.

I've got a plan to catch them,
With nets and traps and snares.
Set my alarm for three AM,
And quietly creep down the stairs.

I set my plan in motion,
Traps around my vegetable plot.
Come on then you slimy sods
Show me what you've got.

Then the onslaught happened,
The gathering around my plot.
One must have caught the trip wire
A cascade of salt came tumbling down,
And killed the bloody lot.

18/9/2021

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Shirley Rebstock July 7, 2023 at 1:30 PM I have been reading several of your poems and love your style. Love your sense of humor, too. You must be from England, maybe. Remind of my Mom's expressions. Simon Hamill July 9, 2023 at 3:57 AM hi Shirley, thanks for the comment, I am from the UK. lol take care :-)

Emilia James September 18, 2021 at 2:10 PM They are a pest. Have been lucky this year not had too much of an issue with them. Hedgehogs must be having a good feast on them. Enjoyed your fun write and could see this scene acted out in a comedy sketch. Emilia : ) Simon Hamill September 18, 2021 at 4:24 PM Hi Emilia.ive not had trouble with them this year.but something has attacked my apples..be good.lol.:):)

Lindsay Laurie September 17, 2021 at 4:31 PM G'day Simon ... I admit I had a giggle here knowing I'm not the only victim of these garden thieves - thank you Simon - Lindsay Simon Hamill September 17, 2021 at 4:37 PM Hi Lindsay,I made me laugh writing it.thank you,cheers.simon.:)