Earl Schumacker Poet Didactic

Bazookas In the Bed

Bazookas In The Bed

We have a mosquito problem
It’s in our house.  It never ends
There’s nothing we can do but shoot them
Then shoot them over and over again
You see…You understand…They’re not our friends
Potions, tonics, sprays all make them happy
It gives them strength to multiply
We’re looking to make their lives less comfy
Less pleasant less satisfied
It’s not from animus or hate
Shells and ammo is the case.  It’s simply fate
And to that end
I stay up late at night and wait  
7 bazookas by my side and sights are ready
And from my bed in the deepest dark
I fire at will!  I fire straight!
The idea is not to simply kill them
Though that would be so very great
But to make them really really dead
With bazooka fire power from my bed

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Jan Allison May 8, 2014 at 12:56 PM LOL so glad we don't have the problem in the UK. Hugs Jan x Earl Schumacker May 8, 2014 at 2:50 PM Hi Jan. I normally just use some repellant and read them some poetry. It lulls them into a false sense of security. Thanks for your kind words and I'm happy that you enjoyed it. Earl.