Jeff Kyser Poet Quintain (English)

Tank Rat

A tank rat is a throwback to
Another place and time,
For somehow all that armor grew
Amidst primordial slime,
And now protects them in their crime.

At night, they sneak into my yard,
Tear up the flower bed.
My wife has pressed me very hard;
The thought alone fills me with dread,
For she wants me to shoot those suckers dead!

I cannot bring myself to this
And so I bought a trap.
Though I will not impart a kiss
Or hold them in my lap,
I let them go because it seems I am a tank rat sap!

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Seventh Place Winner
for "Quintain (English)" Poetry Contest, 2/4/22)
sponsored by Emile Pinet

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Christuraj Alex March 17, 2022 at 9:51 PM The last line is, indeed, very beautiful. Congratulations on your win!

Emile Pinet March 17, 2022 at 9:22 AM Congratulations Jeff! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest, due to the technical demands of this form it was a difficult contest to both enter and judge, very well done my friend, Emile.

L Milton Hankins February 4, 2022 at 9:08 AM A cute and clever write, Jeff. I, too, hate to kill an animal, no matter how annoying they are because they are animals, and they don't know any better! I'm a softie! Jeff Kyser February 4, 2022 at 9:27 AM Armadillos are just clueless, indeed! My grandkids and I have walked right up to them, and they don't notice you at all until you're right up on them, and then they jump two feet straight up in the air and scurry off. Funny critters for sure!