There’s mice in the pantry,
and bats in the eaves,
something’s eating all the house plants,
the flowers and the trees
Ants and uncles have supply lines,
through the windows and the doors,
there’s termites in the rafters,
the walls and wooden floors
Locusts just invaded,
someone’s garden down the block,
beetles are playing bugles,
while they march along the walk
The spider webs are so big,
they resemble fishing nets,
the cockroaches are busy,
playing cards and placing bets
Outside the gophers have a golf course,
complete with eighteen holes,
while underground there’s mining tunnels,
created by the moles
The praying mantis have been praying,
their cups are running over,
while the bumblebees and crickets,
are invading all the clover.
Flies are flying in formation,
above the sink and bed,
if they start dropping bombs,
the ants will all be dead
I do love Mother Nature,
but when it comes to an invasion,
sometimes you have to walk away,
and find a new location . . .
Mackay Mansion
Virginia City, Nev.
© 08/13/03
