Slug Bug Scuzz
(Occasional Rhyme)
Splat.Take that, plaguey pest;
you, your brother, and all the rest.
Were you given license from heaven
to hurl yellow-bellied goop
onto my sparkling shield?
It's there to separate wind,
not catapult you to glory.
But lack-a-daisy husband
threw out this quibble,
"You're riding in a Buick,
not a sidecar on a cycle.
Count your blessings, dear;
it's scuzzy glass and metal,
not scum on your teeth."
No power-wash, soap or brush
will burst their odious wad.
They cling as if their fling
came from the hand of God.
I'm reluctant to admit; they appeared
on Veterans' Day, and stayed to say
Merry Christmas in slug bug scuzz.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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