Mission Impossible
Squirrels lurking on my Sheds
And in my plants and shrubs
Chewing at my Sunflower heads
And digging in my tubs
Chasing up and down my lawn
With every leap and bound
Morale is low, my hope forlorn
To see them scratching on my ground
The agile tricks that they perform
Like in that ‘Carling’ Ad
For them are natural and the norm
But make us gardeners mad
I Peanut baited my device
And caught them in a cage
They’re not so fluffy, cute or nice
When trapped and full of rage
I took my captives for a ride
Then set them free to roam
Releasing them in the countryside
A mile from my home
So thinking I’d gained peace of mind
I slept sound in my bed
Next morning, I looked out to find
More Squirrels on my Shed!!
Copyright © Rob Bettridge | Year Posted 2015
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