Ellen Gwaltney Bales Poet Light Verse

Ode To a Gnat

Gnats, fruitflies, midges, black flies
What do you call them?
I call them pests.
Unwelcome guests
I call them demons from hell.
They fly past my face.
They go for my eyes.
Lucifer in disguise
They like my white screen
They’re like a bad dream
And they’re really no good
When they try for my food
Oh please go away
You devils so small
You MUST be gone
As summer turns into fall
I don’t want to see
You ‘round here again
Count your tiny selves warned
Go back whence you came
Go straight down the drain

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Alto Anord January 10, 2024 at 9:58 AM I love it Ellen!! You're one of my favorite poets!! Those dastardly little pests are so annoying! Kind regards, Alto

The Situation September 22, 2023 at 8:04 PM Oh yes, You've lived it.

Deb M September 17, 2023 at 1:37 PM I agree Ellen ….horrible little creatures!! Debx

Lin Lane September 17, 2023 at 6:12 AM lol I love your attitude on all of those pesky little demons, Ellen. Mosquitoes buzzing around my face when I'm trying sleep, fruit flies are much too bold, and how in the heck do they appear as if from nowhere? Ellen Gwaltney Bales September 17, 2023 at 2:35 PM LinLane, I'm told that the little devils come up from the drains. I keep my drains covered but they still manage to get in.