The Exterminator
Driving through the neighborhood in a shiny armored truck,
The exterminator arrives, looking to make a few hundred bucks.
He goes from door to door and asks to come inside:
And he already knows there's nowhere the pests can hide.
The exterminator swatted a mosquito and says, "You've got to G-O!"
He stepped on a cucaracha with his boots and said, "Gotcha!"
Then he sprayed some termites and told them, "Good night."
He got rid of a wasp and some annoying bees.
"Sorry, y'all," he said. "You're not stinging me."
And after he roasted a housefly, he yelled, "Bye-bye!"
The people were astounded as these insects were grounded.
Although the weather was hot and muggy,
The exterminator yelled, "Hasta la vista, buggy!"
This handsome brother was in complete control.
You can call him butter because he's on a roll!
Then the exterminator caught some mice and rats.
He laughed at them and said, "You ain't getting up from that!"
But what about the spiders, you ask?
The exterminator hired them to make special masks.
"Praiseworthy work," the Mayor exclaimed.
"The neighborhood is safe and the vermin were tamed."
Our hero smiled with glee as he was handed his fee.
"Thank you all," he said. "And now I must flea. (Get it?)
I'll be back again soon. Until then, see you later."
And this concludes the story of the groovy exterminator.
Copyright © Duane Crichlow | Year Posted 2023
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