Honest salesman is a semi-oxymoron
Just like an honest politician
Please do not laugh, all lawyers or
Accountants are not crooks. When the door
Is wide open a mouse, a rat, a cockroach
Would me more than happy to approach
Some politicians have tried to be better
And more credible. Some are men/women of honor
However, others are pathological liars
They are professionals who behave like traitors
They think that the "truth is not the truth". They're confused
Lies are lies. Dogs are dogs. Politicians play politics
Call the exterminators to annihilate the ticks
Liars always ignore the truth. Please, let's not mused
In politics, it is probably not easy to be too honest
Because so much is involved. Let's chase the pests
The corrupt politicians who are ruining everything
And destroying the dream. Let them flee. Let's ring
The bells. Not all politicians are crooked or criminals
That's true. I am not lying, just check the election polls.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Categories:
exterminators, abuse, betrayal, bullying, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
Do electricians ever become DElighted?
Did Mozart ever DEcompose?
Are politicians sometimes DEvoted?
Can students become DEtestable?
Are Egyptians sometimes in DEnial?
Can garden workers become DEflowered?
Once chosen can someone be DEpicted?
Do animals ever get DEtailed!
Can an engine receive a DEmotion?
Shoe salesmen are sometimes DEfeated!
Are tennis players ever DEserved?
Do former journalists become DEscribers?
Do exterminators ever get DEbugged?
Are fishermen great DEbaters?
I've heard carpet layers can suffer DElays!
A Repost
Categories:
exterminators, fun,
Form: Free verse
Always beware of the termite
Wise homeowners constantly fight
Incredibly destructive foe,
Exterminators surely know
A buyer’s most off-putting sight.
Termites have no respect, you see
For you or your prized property,
They will devour your precious floor
Then look around for something more
You must show them no sympathy!
Written September 25, 2022
Categories:
exterminators, insect,
Form: Quintilla
Conversation today took a competitive turn.
My daughter we saying she should clean something.
I talked her out of it, she only has so many hours off a week.
Why do something you don’t want to do?
She tells me that she has a mess on the floor that has been there for hours.
I tell her about my paint brushes I spilled on my art studio floor.
I walked over them and broke them so I ordered more.
How long have they been there? She asks.
Three, maybe six months.
I have candy bar wrappers under my bed, she confides.
We have canned goods under the bed dated 1997, I tell her.
I spilled pop on the carpet and left it there a week ago, she says.
Competition in flat out full mode now.
I have a family of raccoons living in my car.
By now we are laughing, getting some fun out of it.
The exterminators came In here last week and said “OOOHHHHH!” She tells me.
Our mice are running up with garbage, asking that we please use the trash cans,
I reply.
Thanks Mom, she says. “I guess I do not have to clean yet.”
Categories:
exterminators, mother daughter,
Form: Prose Poetry
Do electricians ever become DElighted?
Did Mozart ever DEcompose?
Are politicians sometimes DEvoted?
Can students become DEtestable?
Are Egyptians sometimes in DEnial?
Can garden workers become DEflowered?
Once chosen can someone be DEspickable?
Do animals ever get DEtailed!
Can an engine receive a DEmotion?
Shoe salesmen are sometimes DEfeated!
Are tennis players ever DEserved?
Do former journalists become DEscribers?
Do exterminators ever get DEbugged?
Are fishermen great DEbaters?
Have you heard carpet layers can suffer DElays!
Categories:
exterminators, fun,
Form: Narrative
Generation x
The exterminators..........
The rebels.......
fighting against the system
And what you believe in,
So the psychologists had to change their minds,
granted the power of chance:
so there children could change
Generation y
call that the born frees
Cause they born free,
Challenging the system and its strange laws,
so we ask why must we hate each other cause of colour,
why is the motto that programs this generation to go!
Generation z
Oh now the system shots back,
From high Tec to new formulated drugs
To exterminate this generations mind,
So its a do over of the past and present
The mixture, to cause that great doom
The apocalyptic order
Categories:
exterminators, adventure, age, deep, identity,
Form: Verse
Do not make love in me die
Humans exist because of love
It is from the Above
It is love from him and her
I need it to feel a real human
Never make love in me perish
For it nurtures my heart
Only true love begets affection
Fertilises both body and soul
Killing it destroys my emotion
Avoid causing love in me decease
Because real adoration does not lie
Lies are natural love exterminators
Accurate love also agonises lies
Love is a human’s pure virtue
Shun making love in me dry out
For fondness is man’s great tribute
That makes him stronger
For he wants to eschew lies
And so nurture eternal love
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
exterminators, abuse, betrayal, death,
Form: ABC
So you think that trolls and dragons
Are definitely not for real
You surely haven't talked with Carol lately
It's more than just a feel
They eat her food and occupy her house
Sometimes hide Mike's pyjamas
And we all know what that can lead to
If we only had a camera
Never a dull moment at Carol's place
Constantly messing her stuff
Fire comes out as Mr. Dragon cracks up
Then giggles at Mike in the buff
The local Dragon and Troll Exterminators
Have promised to get rid of these guys
But she's grown to love 'em a whole big bunch
Won't be party to their demise
So the Dragons and Trolls will have a home
At least for the foreseeable future
What a sweet ending to my poem about love
Tween Carol and her adorable creatures!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
exterminators, tribute,
Form: Quatrain
According to my neighborhood,
(All experts on the topic),
Opinions vary, none too good,
One called it "Catastrophic".
Exterminators sigh, refrain
Condolences, I'm sorry.
At City Hall, they're shocked, exclaim
They have no such Department
To know that squirrels are running wild,
I hear them as they scamper.
An attic is a sacred place,
Secure, not meant to tamper.
Their next move, chewing all the wire
And gnawing through the rafters.
I hear them squeak a vermin's choir
And hear my own crazed laughter.
That life dare heave this final ho,
But agents know thier timelines.
The hours when the house is shown,
Their outdoor play, the best time.
I also left the scheduled due
When freight train horns will pass through.
Gene Bourne
08-26-14
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Categories:
exterminators, adventure, allegory, allusion, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
So you think that trolls and dragons
Are definitely not for real
You surely haven't talked with Carol lately
It's more than just a feel
They eat her food and occupy her house
Sometimes hide Mike's pyjamas
And we all know what that can lead to
If we only had a camera
Never a dull moment at Carol's place
Constantly messing her stuff
Fire comes out as Mr. Dragon cracks up
Then giggles at Mike in the buff
The local Dragon and Troll Exterminators
Have promised to get rid of these guys
But she's grown to love 'em a whole big bunch
Won't be party to their demise
So the Dragons and Trolls will have a home
At least for the foreseeable future
What a sweet ending to my poem about love
Tween Carol and her adorable creatures!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
exterminators, tribute,
Form: Quatrain
Do electricians ever become DElighted?
Did Mozart ever DEcompose?
Are politicians sometimes DEvoted?
Can students become DEtestable?
Are Egyptians sometimes in DEnial?
Can nursery workers become DEflowered?
Once chosen can someone be DEpicted?
Pictures of animals can be very DEtailed!
Can an engine receive a DEmotion?
Shoe salesmen are sometimes DEfeated!
Are tennis players ever DEserved?
Do former journalists become DEscribers?
Do exterminators ever get DEbugged?
Are fishermen great DEbaters?
I've heard carpet layers can suffer DElays!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
exterminators, humorous,
Form: I do not know?
Each day, so many wooden homes are eaten away.
A termite queen can lay two thousand eggs a day.
Damage is gradual, but it occurs day and night.
Those little insects have such a voracious appetite.
Most of us have heard of that branch of zoology.
The study of insects is known as entomology.
There is widespread destruction because of all of this.
No wonder exterminators have such a lucrative business.
Categories:
exterminators, animals, business, science,
Form: Rhyme
Tom abandoned his room in Dire Straits
when he left for the convention.
His dirty spandex boxer shorts
are begging for attention.
**** and bits of this and that,
UFOs of every kind (Unknown foreign objects)
are littering and piled so high
I fear for what I'll find.
There's a piece of wood with wormholes
resembling lunar craters.
I wonder should I try to clean
or call exterminators.
My head begins to throb, a pain
is drifting in and out.
The medicine Dr. Hammond prescribed
has not put it to rout.
I had insomnia last night.
It's hard to stay awake.
That gig of Tom's had better not
turn out to be a fake.
Our Rosie is in the kitchen cleaning
what appears to be nuclear waste.
Something is boiling on the stove.
I stop to take a taste.
My plans to wine and dine my friends
are going all awry.
Tom's mess has emptied out my brain.
I forgot to bake my pie.
Vacuum salesmen at the door
are just the final straw.
I throw my Listerine soaked tissue
saying, "Leave or I'll call the law."
Meanwhile my Tom is having fun,
my lazy, thougtless, spoiled, loved son.
Categories:
exterminators, family
Form: Narrative