Best Pesky Poems
My pet wasp is called Sunny Jim
I captured this pet on a whim
He got out his stinger
And stung my friend’s finger
Pal Susie just cannot stand him!
Poor Susie lets out a loud howl
As Sunny Jim’s still on the prowl
I cannot deny
My 'pet' needs to die …
I smothered wasp Jim with a towel
Inspired by a crazy challenge set by an on line pal .. to write a poem about a pet wasp!
07/04/21
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
A Pesky Mosquito
There is this pesky little mosquito…
It nipped painfully down there on my big toe..
Quick! I’ll need to strike back or it will soon flit off again…
Even as my brain registers its itchy pain...!
Grrr! If only it stays in one place…
I’ll make sure it becomes as flat as a pancake…
Yes! If only it stays still till I’m ready….
I’ll have it all flattened and crushed already..!
One tiny but ever so pesky mosquito…
Merrily it flies off to land lightly on another big toe..
All it does, now and then, is to give a little nip…
You’ll see me scratching from each itch..!
There it lands again, finally!
Steadily and stealthily I bend down, right palm opened, up and ready…
Ouch! What a mighty slap I did give…
Hell! My skin smarts but the mosquito, it still lives..!
One tiny pesky little mosquito…
I’m going crazy with the itches on both my toes…
Do lend me a hand, readers and my fans…
Please help me and see off this little fiend..!
O God, why such a nasty little insect…
Thank Heavens somebody invented this aerosol for insects…!
Here, eat this, you nasty, cursed little pest..
This aerosol I spray is supposedly the best in the market..!
Aha, oh glory be…!
My pesky and nasty little mosquito is finally at rest…
When fully into this bug aerosol I put my trust….!
Lord! What a relief…!
My itching toes, one final scratch, that’s all they need…
One pesky little mosquito…. And my poor suffering toes…!
http://www.star2.com/living/living-environment/2016/04/27/fear-em-or-hate-em-mosquitoes-are-very-amazing-creatures-heres-why/
They hover around parked vehicles
Looking just like an evil wasp
Make sure you’re back in time
Or you’ll find out to your cost
A black and yellow summons
will be stuck to your windscreen
And when you see the parking fine
No doubt you’ll want to scream
So when you’re busy shopping
Don’t be tempted to browse or linger
And if you've obtained parking ticket
Don’t show them your middle finger!
Written after seeing a parking warden slap fines on 2 cars
8/6/18
The pesky fly comes
in aimlessly, then drops-
Suffocated by Raid.
Sweltering summer temperatures
and warm sultry summer nights
left me scratching my legs red raw
I hate receiving nasty insect bites
I’d slather bare limbs with cream
that the chemist had given me
Bites are an issue that I live with
itchy red legs are quite unsightly
Every beach dress skims the earth
and I ensure I spray all my skin
But these heartless hungry critters
find a gap and they get stuck in!
I’ve spent all my hard earned cash
yet have been unable find a cure
Why can’t these creepy crawlies
abstain, their bites I can’t endure
A friend suggested that I purchase
a new-fangled electric bug racquet
It zaps the pesky bugs with each swat
and E-Bay didn’t charge me a packet!
The package arrived back in May
with my electric zapper I’m smitten
I’ll carry it with me all summer
I am certain I’ll never get bitten!
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Letter O has been omitted
Rhyme checked with rhymezone
06/17/21
When you kill
An ant
do you stop and think
Does it come under
Extension
Of mercy. Am I placing myself on the brink
As the mercy we are given
Is the mercy
We have shown
I go through this
every year
When they try to invade my home
The ones I
Destroy with my own
Cruel hands
Behaving as an
Ogre
May God understand
I take
None of His works lightly
As I do what seems must be done
And as I snuff
Out there little lights
I always say,Sorry Hon
Pesky Emotions
Enter My Rest, the Book of Hebrews said. Hosanna, I said.
I love peace and shalom; then, sometimes, I am so alone
Hours in praise and song ... felt the touch of the Spirit
Wished we might go on and on; but then, Should I not eat?
You know this: for no reason, out of season
A restlessness possesses one’s soul: nothing is wrong
But a gnawing sense of not being better, not loving all –
Most of all, not truly forgiving; wrinkled faces recalled
From tombstones laid down decades ago. Who moved?
Was it God? Perhaps it was my deceased father ...
(But he had been cremated; I flew to his country that February)
Was it my mother, my grandfathers, or my adorable grandmother?
So much love, so much hurt, so much wealth, and now poverty ....
© Anil Deo, 03272017
My Pesky Friend
You landed on my coffee cup; you landed on the chair,
You landed on my shoulder, now I know not where,
Did you go, my pesky friend, I’ve looked here and there;
Suddenly you appeared again, flying swiftly through the air.
I see you in the hallway, I see you on the wall,
I see you on the ceiling; as you quickly appeared to fall,
Onto the floor, my pesky friend, now I don’t see you at all;
It took a minute to realized, that you are really quite small.
I’m sure you have a desire, I’m sure you have a need,
I’m sure you’re on a mission, to find some place to feed,
Within my house, my pesky friend, however you will not succeed;
For the thought of you imposing, leaves no choice but to intercede.
I’ve opened up the windows; I’ve open up the doors,
To tempt your senses with fragrances that cannot be ignored
No reason to worry, my pesky friend, the chase will be no more;
For on the outside, you will find, more food than you can store.
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/27/15
The lion thinks he is the king but he is not
I am the true ruler of this rocky gray spot
The lion does not even belong here if you ask me
I am angry the men brought him across the sea
I am the mightiest one, the biggest, and the brave.
To think anything else makes you a non-thinking knave.
I am the smartest, the one with the wisdom of Job.
Why did they bring lion here on this side of the globe?
If he dares to pass by, I will show him who is king.
I will make him wail and weep; show him more than one thing.
Here he comes. Is it him? Hard to say. He’s still far out, this guest.
If he comes here, he will find out he is truly second best.
I am the tiger, my hunting prowess is well known to many.
I am a carnivore and my stockpile is plenty.
I am the ruler of this side of the world and this rock.
Is that the lion coming? I will certainly give him the clock.
Groundhog Day
What is it they say?
If he sees his shadow, six more weeks of winter
Should we let something like this become a hinder
After all, this started as a Pennsylvania Dutch superstition
Who thought of this proposition
Was this used for farmers to seed their fields and grow crops
If it was I have to give them props
For such a foolish thing
To predict the coming of spring
The holiday spread throughout the United States
And into Canada surely the groundhog’s reaction had some meet their untimely fates
Silly enough, this is not the only superstition of an animal predicting spring
This surely isn’t a thing
German speaking areas believed a badger could predict the weather
All of these superstitions came from someone clever
Supposedly, these are extensions of a Christian festival called Candlemas
Someone most have been smoking the grass
After all, studies have proven them all not correlated
Still, some cannot help being elated
It’s still unbelievable that studies were actually done
They might as well conduct studies on black cats or another one
Other animals like the bear, marmot, and fox were also used
But don’t worry none were abused
It appears these lores all come from Europe
I wonder if they drank too much of their special syrup
Pesky little blood sucking insects called mosquitoes...
When the sun is down, they swarm out looking for juicy human toes..
There is a real danger of catching illnesses from these pesky mosquitoes...
So, do whatever you can and keep them off your pinky toes...
In your room, I have noticed the unbearable dizzying hum of flying mosquitoes...
You must do something since you are well, up and pretty at their mercy...
Go and quickly get a bug spray to finish off these pesky mosquitoes...
The vapours are poisonous, as you spray, keep your nose well covered...
Leave your room after you have applied spray for the flitting mosquitoes...
Best you only come back later when the aerosol effects are well over..
Repair or replace the netting on the windows to keep out mosquitoes...
Else bites, itchings and scratchings is what you suffer when they are in...
And to humour yourself a little, have a little fish to feast on mosquitoes..
Have yourself a savage thrill when your fish gulps down each mosquito you kill..
So tarry no longer and suffer no more from such pesky mosquitoes...
My timely suggestions here should help you to do them pests well away...
http://www.star2.com/living/living-environment/2016/04/27/fear-em-or-hate-em-mosquitoes-are-very-amazing-creatures-heres-why/
A bumpy toad jumped on my nose and refused to get off.
I tried to gross him out, much phlegm I garnered in a cough.
He was determined and held on tightly with his webbed toes.
I was irritated because after all, it is my own private nose.
Come help me! I yelled to a bat in the belfry below.
He came up and bit the toad on his middle little toe.
The toad bit him back, actually sliced off his head with his teeth.
I was really grossed out when I saw what was underneath.
Female skeeter singing for a favor
wanting my blood for her next caper
she's playing with fire
her future looks dire
joining others on my wallpaper.
8-23-17
For Lin's "Drawing Blood" Join In Poem
Addendum: Had to change the gender of the mosquito because found out only females bite!~Che :)
If everything were simple it would shape just like a brain,
And I’d take it out and look at it and never feel a pain,
And I’d pity poorer mortals who didn’t care if it were true,
For the clear and simple reasons that explained their shallow view,
And my life would be a pleasure with no pondering to annoy,
For there wouldn’t be a single loose end to tie up...