Ode to a Fallen Stalwart Softly, silently, stealthily, does he move. The man’s got a point to prove. His wife thinks he’s a poltroon, His kids call him an ultra-maroon, But in mosquito-hunting, he’s just hitting his groove.
Ode to a Mosquito Exterminator Extraordinaire Hail to the conquering hero, His brain cells may total zero, When fires burn, he may fiddle like Nero, But, boy, just show him a fat mosquito, Whap! Zap! There is no deadlier foe.
Nature’s Tantrum Azure blue skies, bright sunshine, Nature’s face with smiles is wreathed. But lo – some vague discontent, Inner sorrows darken Nature’s face, Flashes of anger across the black brow flit, Grumbles of discontent the silence break. Vague discontent… Continue Reading →