At War With a Borer
How do I convince this angry borer bee
My small redwood stoop belongs to me?
He persists in buzzing my frustrated head
I'm trying to find ways to make him dead.
He flies faster than a hypersonic missile
I certainly cannot shoot him with a pistol,
I painted it with a bee-toxic redwood stain
But, as soon as it dried, he was back again,
I've plugged his holes with arsenic--no lace,
I want him to nest in a more suitable place!
Written March 23, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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