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
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2021
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