*** Bugged ***
Summer is here. A beautiful time of the year, or nearly.
If only it only gave life to the good and better
Of useful insects, while lurring the others
To stay far away!
I check my purchased pantry pest trap.
See if I’ve caught the annoying (cousin of a) gnat,
Who flew around my nose and dinner all winter,
And who it appears
Intends to flit by annoying me for a whole year!
I didn’t think gnats lived that long —
I’ve laid down the glue house for him to settle in
And buzz his wee, dying song.
I’ve wondered if the vast cosmos thinks
Of me similarly,
Declaring over my life
A magical, “Curse that annoyer!” jinx?
Perhaps that’s the reason we humans
Have been taught to be thanful for each new day
And blessed hours as they come,
So like that gnat, (still near me here),
We won’t think in terms of years following years?
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/20/2023
In his fancy hotel room James found bed bugs
at first he thought he was on too many drugs.
But they were real, moving about
he wanted to leave, get right out.
But a maid came and swept 'em under the rugs.
There once was a young fellow named Gus
Who had no inclination to fuss.
A mosquito flew by
And bit Gus in the eye.
It surprised me how young Gus could cuss.
The mosquito who bit him was Grouch,
And he carried his venom in pouch.
He gave me a quick bite.
I slapped him with full might.
Now it's he who's the one yelling ouch.
Inspired by Robert L. Hinshaw's "Bug Off" limerick. Thank you, Robert.
There’s a bug with tiny little jaws
They bite and leave you with sores
They bite you by night
When you sleeping tight
Not the bed bugs but my in-laws
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Cough medicine? (CRAP...No re-fill!)
See a doctor? (DARNED if I will!)
I'm achin' to the toes
(Got a code in my doze)
Where the HECK did I hide the Ny-Quil?
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