Ah! just in time and not a second too soon
not a moment to lose and just in the nick
by the literal scruff of the neck the poisonâ€™s
applied to kill the army of ticks that latch
(oh the jaws that bite the claws that catch!)
onto my dogs and yes oh yes itâ€™s true
I cannot deny it me, two-legged me, as well.
Och!Â I live this summer in paranoia
worried I might be out and about fine dining
nicely dressed clean coiffed made up
suddenly feeling the creepy crawling
on a leg an arm or worst of worst my face!
Iâ€™ve heard such stories, known of such things
and oh how easily it could happen in this hot
hot summer following a too warm winter
no harsh conditions to lay the beasts low
and me lacking the heart to ban my
darlings from my bed oh it could it could.
And after all, you know what they say,
Just because youâ€™re paranoid doesnâ€™t
mean theyâ€™re not out to get you.
They are no phantasm and out to get me
they certainly are.Â They are.
4 thoughts on “July 3, 2012”
Creepy, KayFoley!! (I almost forgot the comma!)
Yes and I wonder if I should really have posted it at all. Not a very lofty topic for a poem. But it’s REAL.
I’m glad you posted it!! It made me smile! (I also put the Frontline on and hope that the good is worth any toxic effect.)
Oh, I know. I just have to put that out of my mind. I did use it on my old dog who lived to be 18.5 years old . . . And anyway, I’m sure that the creek my dogs get into and drink out of is full of pesticides and toxic stuff, too.