Short Pest Poems
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steamy marshland teems
breeding mosquitos and flies
stagnate brown water
written June 13, 2021
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
I do not like how bed bugs prey
They feast upon us night and day
Praise God be kind
Grant peace of mind
And blow those blood-suckers away!
Political standards are falling
To a point some say is appalling
The Elephant said:
"You've got to wear red
And knock on their door, "Aphid calling"!
There was a young man from the west
Saw a girl with a mighty fine chest
He asked for a peep
She called him a creep
Kicked him hard in the crotch...dang pest
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.
Potential Pinocchio Who Is A Pest
When people may be potential Pinocchio's,
Lately have they looked at their long nose,
Face extended;
With blended,
And we should suppose grows and grows.
Jim Horn
MOSQUITO IN WINTER
A mosquito hovering over me, nearly June,
With no direction whatsoever, well after noon,
This pest had lost its way,
Needed sun, had gone astray,
Fooled by the heat of today, will disappear soon!
House Pest
stomping around
mightily after midnight,
claiming this dwelling
and looking for something of delight...
unless someone ignites a light
then they're all fleeing in sheer fright
5-31-09
Form:
The Pest
As we waste away the hours
When we’re wanting more
On the nightstand there be flowers
And our clothes upon the floor
When we thought this time was ours
Comes a scratching at our door
Then our mood surely sours
Because of that beast that walks on four
~J.D. Cromwell
I asked my mom for help finding a poem
Like Miss M said.
(A poem containing neologisms, or spoonerisms, or a pun).
But try as we might, it just couldn’t be done.
We Googled.
We Read.
There was no poem that was fun.
So me and mum wrote this poem instead.
My bum is the mest!
She passed this toetry pest.
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.
Young and old, kindly recall
All humans are equal,
Only differentiated by gender
Let's all on this ponder.
Dream with all courage,
Think beyond the horizon of marriage.
No man rules with a pest
And freedom befriends not a parasite.
Marriage is not everything
See even the lioness preys with her king.
Success favors no sex
Through work, reach its apex.
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The older wiser spider, now faster than the storm,
found his way inside and at last was dry and warm
but he strolled to his demise when he passed me in my room,
for the older wiser spider was slower than the broom...
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CONTEST: Mother Goose Grows Up
SOURCE: Itsy Bitsy Spider
Shall you crawl back here
Pressed into the crevice of your choice
And no repentance bare
For the canker from your dark device
You will not gnaw nor litter
This domain that trust misplaced in you
Somthing dark and sinister
Compelled your judgment to err, brew
Its black bitter bile in you
And made you on our innocense chew
It does not matter, the end
Gives cockroaches nothing more to offend.
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.
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.
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!
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