Wrath of the Squirrels

Wrath of the Squirrels

Title: Wrath of the Squirrels

Summary: This poem encompasses man's experiences with our urban tree-dwelling neighbor, the squirrel.

Page Summary: This poem encompasses man's experiences with our urban tree-dwelling neighbor, the squirrel.

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Just yesterday

It was a sunny day

I had to pay

For some very gay

What more can I say

From some place far away

If you would may

Listen to the wrath of the squirrels.

So the plant was a tomato plant

Built right on top on the house of an ant

More green than the colour of the military pant

The site so pretty, one would not rant

Qip pe dee doo exclaimed my friend Kent

Ka baam came the jump of the

A squirrel whose colour of was a Sant-a

Just gnawed of the head of the tomato plant.

Oh my God, I cried in despair

My lung for some time was without air

The squirrel nearly killed the gayer

Of the two plant pair

The squirrel as fast as a hare

Jumped from here to there

More than a pogo stick would dare

Went away from my sight in a second.

The plant tilt on one side

I instantly came to its aide

With a glass for drinking Kool-Aid

On the way I nearly died

For I had skid

Oops I have just lied

Because I watched and hid

The rainy weather made it hard to get out.

The sun rose again

And I looked in vain

The suffering and pain

A second later it began to rain

There the plant lay

Some more degrees it gain-ed

Still looking like a swain

Somehow without any help the plant stood up!

Then came winter

I felt a bit kinder

As I became fatter

All the squirrels suffered from hunger

There was some bread left over

I threw it out for the squirrels to gather

Waiting for any notices further

Seems like the squirrel just did not show up.

For the piece of bread to be taken

By the squirrel who attitude was like satan

One day the bread was stolen

Escaping my attention

Could the piece of bread gone to heaven?

I again looking through the den

There they were at lest some squirrels ten

Myself feeling like an angel.

Kaboom kaboom kaboom

There was an odd knock on the door

To the door I took a soar

Faster than the cars on the 404

Upon my arrival the knocker went back to its lore

High above the second floor

I could not help myself, but to shout –

What a whore!!

Lo and behold on my window sills

While I was watching ‘The Hills’

A second before the loss of the Buffalo Bills

After five consequent days of time kills

Another squirrel was eating the dills

Which I purchased from No Frills

Crunch, crunch, crunch…

The sounds of my beloved plants.

Once again the season arrived for the squirrels to breed

It’s dark eyes told my its creed

Which is to pay no heed

To plants arranged like beads

Or anything that can be used to feed

Oh, what bad deed

What do I see?

Holy cow, that animal is chewing on my house deed.

Forget about food

It’s prime time dude

I am no Robin Hood

Nor do I intend to be that good

Alors, zut!

The squirrel just stole another piece of wood

From my mom’s favourite statue of Budd-ha

Ha, ha ha, she deserved it.

One morn was a job interview

The alarm clock was put to snooze

Consumed a lot of booze

Comparing myself to Cooze

Good news

A squirrel let loose

Squeaking ‘whooooz’

I woke up just in time.

My apologies for  this rambling

All animals have a purpose

Just was we live our life

They live theirs.