Rob Bettridge Poet Rhyme

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!!

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Jan Allison January 28, 2016 at 6:16 PM Made me smile Rob - we don't have any squirrels on the Island or badgers or foxes:-) hugs Jan xx Jan Allison January 30, 2016 at 11:05 AM You are probably right there Rob:-( and there is an awful lot of cancer on the Island too - I would love for a study to be done and a comparison held with other regions:-( hugs jan xx Rob Bettridge January 30, 2016 at 10:10 AM If you did, they would probably glow in the dark from Radiation Clouds drifting over from 'Sellafield'. Rob Bettridge January 29, 2016 at 5:23 AM I call them 'Tree Rats'

Lindsay Laurie February 6, 2015 at 8:47 PM G'day Chock... It appears that we must be lucky not to have squirrels down here but of course our own suspects. Really enjoyed your poem with its hint of frustration in the lines. Thanks Chock - Lindsay

Nigel Fox February 6, 2015 at 3:50 PM Super !!