I hate it when a flea
takes a liking to me
and keeps darting in front of my eyes.
I try swatting it away,
but she thinks it's play,
and so keeps it up - till she dies.
O Lord,
'Tis a decade gone
Since thy curse fell upon us.
The malnourished children are no more,
The poor soil lieth barren.
Lord, what hast thou wrought upon our village?
Mine only companions be the flies and the toads.
Thy shadow resteth beside mine empty grave.
I am not wroth with thee,
Yet surely have I all the right to be so.
Mysogynous Mouse
espied a cat in the house
~ exterminated the louse
By his glad host loved more than the rest!
A guest himself tries to look his best:
In his host’s house free to wear his crest,
Host spending on him like on farm’s past…
No doubt to Guest: Host House a real nest:
Much like a suckling Host’s cares ‘A breast;
Fame one must have touched for ‘A Guest’
The wonders one had wrought in the East,
Some ‘can’t-forget’ one left in the West;
One’s brash conquest of unique test…
The hotels in towns declare one Guest,
Their suites ready where Sweet Guest may rest
But I guess this should be Business’ Test
While I could choose to act like a pest…
After service claim “Far from impressed”
And that next time charges shall be pressed!”
>••••••••••••••••••••<
CONTEST: Mother Goose Grows Up
SOURCE: Itsy Bitsy Spider
How many people find rest
After a caging arrest?
How many can give their best?
When locked doors from them, dreams wrest?
They are crops their jailer pest!
Freedom they seek East and West:
Much like The Only Wished Guest,
'F' of Freedom stamp on chest,
On my polo it's a crest.
Women would theirs mark on breast;
They don't like this kind of test:
Bird whose best home is its nest.
Do please, your loins gird;
The pest is a bird:
Low-flying, sharp beak,
It’d outsmart The Weak!
Plainly take my word:
Leave the grazing herd
On plains, at the peak,
Your protections leak!
Scarecrow would pests cow
And pests won’t farms plough;
In your food-rich farm
The birds sure means harm…
Try you should Scare Crow.
I shall show you How:
‘Ugly clothes your balm
A shirt with one arm!
Their presence pest loathes:
Plants putting on clothes!
On our actions should the only curb
Be aiming at not to others disturb
We may merit the name of man
If not, we stink like the garbage can
If tiger could be,
Be good a pet to have one.
Let this dream comes flee...
How do I convince this angry borer bee
My small redwood stoop belongs to me?
He persists in buzzing my frustrated head
I'm trying to find ways to make him dead.
He flies faster than a hypersonic missile
I certainly cannot shoot him with a pistol,
I painted it with a bee-toxic redwood stain
But, as soon as it dried, he was back again,
I've plugged his holes with arsenic--no lace,
I want him to nest in a more suitable place!
Written March 23, 2022
Revenge is the best
For the Dead-To-Pity Pest:
A Rhode Island Red
I could west on its bed,
It calmly tracing to its nest
To violate its accustomed rest…
For a bird, The Willing Pest,
Wait at its sighted nest;
A real Murderous Guest,
Plain Horror as my quest…
For the unstoppable pest
Be deceptively dressed:
Preferably in a Jesus’ Vest,
Never acting The Much Stressed
And a Rhode Island slash its crest…
For harrowing stories in East and West.
Farmers know what they gain
From every drop of rain
And feel what they lose
With heat tightening the noose.
Planters guess the – added in scores ,
When earthworm into the soil bores
And celebrate a widening pore:
A graciously opened door!
Farmers wish the worst for pest,
When birds put them to a test
And could murderers irritate
If rodents chose to irritate.
Farmers think to sometimes deceive
To fat grants surely receive
Their multiplying farm needs conceive
And the next certain droughts perceive!
Today in a cobweb I found a butterfly
I think its helpless fluttering was why it caught my eye
Carefully I freed it from the spider’s ravages
It gave a sneaky grin and headed for my cabbages
Today I caught a rat in a catch n release trap
I took it to a copse that I’d located on a map
I let it go and thought it would have run away or hid
It turns out that the rat got home some time before I did
Today I nearly caught the mole that’s digging up my lawn
I got up nice and early but it must have heard me yawn
That little five inch terrorist is digging up the yard
That I can’t get a spade into because the ground’s so hard
That was the final straw, I should’ve let those critters die
I tried to catch the butterfly which flew up to the sky
Then something made me happier than I’d been in a while
On my green beans a caterpillar gave me quite a smile
steamy marshland teems
breeding mosquitos and flies
stagnate brown water
written June 13, 2021
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