Post by Jo Smith on Dec 1, 2020 19:57:16 GMT -5
Oh Happy Day
By: Jo Smith
December 1, 2020. (My first writing of this month)
Oh Happy Day
The ants have all gone away.
Oh happy night
There is not an ant in sight.
Don’t be so sure, they are over there.
Where? Where?
It is my worst nightmare
The ants eat without a care.
Well, at least the rats have all gone.
No, I hear them singing a song.
No, No. Let’s get another show
Don’t let any of them in out of the snow.
Did I hear you say we also have bedbugs?
No, that is just carpet plugs.
Let’s just up and move to higher ground.
No, that would not be sound.
Wonder if there are any pests on the moon?
I think I will go there real soon.
Anything beats this place
We lose everything without a trace.
Hum, let me see, what else can I come up with
This is not enough to be a poem by Jo Smith.
Think! Think! Hurry before they plug up the sink.
Then the floor will flood in a blink.
This is much more fun than when I used to paint.
Now my mind works like a haint.
My spellcheck does not recognize the word, haint.
So I outdid them on this faint.
That may not be sensible to say
But then poems are not meant to lay
Right there in a narrow groove
They are meant to be smooth.
It is so much fun to write
And know that you are right.
Whatever you wish to say
Is fine with this day.
If the ants, rats and bugs move back in here
I will be shedding a tear.
Then I will fly away to a distant star
Where the pests can’t mar.
It seems they have won the fight
And I have no more might
With which to stand proud and tall
Proving I can get rid of them all.
OK, I have come to the right conclusion
I will no longer be under a delusion.
We will all dwell together in this shack
And then the ants will not come back.
I will ask my two srethguad, Ykceb and Annaw what to do.
They can always figure it out so can you.
But this mind of mine
Has given up this time.
So, until the next brainstorm hits,
This will do for now; no more fits.
Bye, till another day
And I will have something else good to say.
By: Jo Smith
December 1, 2020. (My first writing of this month)
Oh Happy Day
The ants have all gone away.
Oh happy night
There is not an ant in sight.
Don’t be so sure, they are over there.
Where? Where?
It is my worst nightmare
The ants eat without a care.
Well, at least the rats have all gone.
No, I hear them singing a song.
No, No. Let’s get another show
Don’t let any of them in out of the snow.
Did I hear you say we also have bedbugs?
No, that is just carpet plugs.
Let’s just up and move to higher ground.
No, that would not be sound.
Wonder if there are any pests on the moon?
I think I will go there real soon.
Anything beats this place
We lose everything without a trace.
Hum, let me see, what else can I come up with
This is not enough to be a poem by Jo Smith.
Think! Think! Hurry before they plug up the sink.
Then the floor will flood in a blink.
This is much more fun than when I used to paint.
Now my mind works like a haint.
My spellcheck does not recognize the word, haint.
So I outdid them on this faint.
That may not be sensible to say
But then poems are not meant to lay
Right there in a narrow groove
They are meant to be smooth.
It is so much fun to write
And know that you are right.
Whatever you wish to say
Is fine with this day.
If the ants, rats and bugs move back in here
I will be shedding a tear.
Then I will fly away to a distant star
Where the pests can’t mar.
It seems they have won the fight
And I have no more might
With which to stand proud and tall
Proving I can get rid of them all.
OK, I have come to the right conclusion
I will no longer be under a delusion.
We will all dwell together in this shack
And then the ants will not come back.
I will ask my two srethguad, Ykceb and Annaw what to do.
They can always figure it out so can you.
But this mind of mine
Has given up this time.
So, until the next brainstorm hits,
This will do for now; no more fits.
Bye, till another day
And I will have something else good to say.