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The Locusts are Coming

The locusts are coming They’ll be here soon Turning all greenery black Obliterating the moon Devouring vegetation Causing aggravation Raising a ruckus and din A sorry state the world is in Yet in three weeks they’ll die out And I bet you’ll shout for joy as their shells go snap-crackle-crunch when your pet aardvark eats them for brunch

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Jerry Brotherton

Date: 4/4/2024 6:51:00 PM

Do armadillos count?

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/4/2024 8:55:00 PM

-- only to 6. ~ Pick-Six

J. Summers

Date: 4/4/2024 5:27:00 PM

They are expected to show up by the trillions. It ought to be quite a ruckus. John

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/4/2024 8:54:00 PM

There's a llama in this drama and a crocus in this ruckus. ~ Can't rhyme worth a sheet tonight...

Don Iannone

Date: 4/4/2024 1:29:00 PM

Gershon, Made me laugh! Even the most apocalyptic bug invasion can have a crunchy, satisfying end, especially if you have an aardvark with a taste for locusts. Cheers, Don

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/4/2024 8:48:00 PM

Aardvark Alert! Color Red! ~ Zanzibar Zookeeper

John Lawless

Date: 4/4/2024 12:56:00 PM

...we shoulda finished the wall....

Christina Bowring

Date: 4/4/2024 10:08:00 AM

Really enjoyed your poem dear Gershon. Very well written couplets. I’ve never had the problem with locusts or even encountered them I think. I can imagine how destructive they must be. I love the line, ‘obliterating the moon’. Very visual. Hope they don’t cause too much trouble for you. Fingers crossed :):)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/4/2024 8:57:00 PM

Oh, those locusts will find me. They have ever since I was five, when they were all over the place we lived. And since then every seventeen years, like clockwork. I'll be seventy-four in a month. Do the math. They're coming for me. lol.

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 4/4/2024 5:19:00 AM

a delightful string of couplets. Everyone here is a buzz about those pesky locusts. I can't imagine all that chattering if they do suddenly invade the land...but not our grass or shrubs. No sir. Bill will have none of that! Perhaps we shouldn't have sent that lawn crunching armadillo packing. It eats locusts too (so I'm told; could be a Texas myth) :-) smiles, Sara

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/4/2024 9:04:00 PM

Did you really have an armadillo? Whoa! I once had a lizard in Israel. Of course, I didn't want one. But I had one --- that I couldn't seem to get rid of. lol. ~ Gershon

Zyrool Gifford

Date: 4/4/2024 3:23:00 AM

Nicely put my friend. Have a great day.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/4/2024 9:01:00 PM

You are the first who's figured out that I used to be a shot-putter. Now I just putter around with poetry. lol. Thanks, Zyrool. ~ Gershon