Squirrel On Notice of Eviction
Malicious, plotting squirrel,
sends its angry rain.
Oh, the liberties it takes,
with my precious fruit trees.
A pear slams into my head;
my temple, burning blue.
Rising lump of blue,
from vicious squirrel;
swelling on my head
from his violent pear-rain.
Standing beneath the pear tree,
I do a double-take.
Squirrel always takes;
gives nothing; leaving me so blue.
Into the top of my pear tree,
moved the squirrel;
flinging his pear-rain,
hard upon my head.
The growing lump, smarts on my head.
Whatever it takes,
I’ll end this horror rain;
I’ll make squirrel
so very, very blue.
I will dine on pears from my own trees!
They are my trees!
Stop hitting my head.
How dare you, squirrel!
You must not take
all and beat me black and blue,
with your violent pear-rain.
Your angry, rabid rain,
Of pears from my tree,
built a gigantic lump of blue,
upon my tender head.
I’ll do whatever it takes
to evict you, Mr. squirrel!
No more, pelting pear rain; beneath sky of blue.
You’ll leave my trees, whatever it takes!
No more glaring lumps, upon my head;
your notice, has been served, Mr. Squirrel.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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