Nearly thirty inches below normal of rain this year
It's caused an infestation of critters who lurk near
Droning on and on, annoyingly buzzing in my ear
Waiting for the chance to stick me with their spear
With needle sharp weapons, like the point of a pen
Round and round my head they fly, again and again
I need hands to swat at them... the size of Big Ben
or maybe freeze them with liquid nitrogen or cryogen
Oh, bad mosquitoes! What a big proboscis they possess
Despite their intent, they've failed to cause me stress
Such wicked bites will never leave me a bloody mess
When they've fallen at my feet, I'll just say, "God bless."
I don't live in fear of them because it's all a charade,
the army of bloodsuckers, who seem to be on a crusade
to defy peace in every home, they've chosen to invade
So, it's time to zap the pesky insects with a can of Raid
Stalactite icicles drip from the gutters,
As the geese return in a flying v-shaped flutter.
Flapping in the folds of the once frozen winds,
Whence plants spring forth awaiting the equinox to begin.
Drizzled debris of solidified and oxidized hydrogen,
Melts from imprisonment of the solstice's cryogen.
Light has once again carried warmth through the aether,
To resurrect through convection the color of foliage and feather.
Hail, dear Spring time, return what Winter has taken,
Let the chickadee-dee-dee chirp as the daisy's awaken.
Within the chasm of the Chaos Seas,
That deep and shallow fiend Leviathan,
With surface envy swells and floods disease:
My blood's as rapid boiling cryogen.
A beastly instinct and a drowning doubt,
My love's base jealousy arouses hate,
A bittersweet feast and a chronic bout,
My love, at once, is hell and heaven's gate.
But can true love exist without false fears?
The one the other hand in hand are borne;
This revelation rouses out my dears:
If love, then fear to bear the cuckold's horns.
I trust distrust to scale the depths of thirst,
It sires desires, it questions which came first.