Squirting And Hurting

Squirting And Hurting

11 August 2017

My trigger finger’s itchin’.

I’ve got ants crawling everywhere

They’re all over my kitchen, 

In my cupboards, in my silverware! 

Insecticide has its own smell.

It’s not perfume that I can tell.

But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance

Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

What ants like isn’t for me to presume

They’re crawling in my bathtub.

And all over my powder room.

I’ll give that place a good scrub.

Insecticide has its own smell.

It’s not perfume that I can tell.

But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance

Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

Ants are on my computer desk.

There’s one on my reading glasses.

It’s not gonna be picturesque,

When I spray to kill their asses.

Insecticide has its own smell.

It’s not perfume that I can tell.

But I’m out squirtin’ fragrance

Doing my best to be hurtin’ ants.

Romancer Answer

Romancer Answer
23 May 2015

My love is like a blossom
Or a beautiful bloom.
The feeling is awesome,
Like a heady perfume.

Sadly, flowers don’t last long
And the petals quickly drop.
I hope my ardor proves to be strong,
Strong enough to come out on top.

I don’t usually give cut flowers.
Their beauty fades, goes pretty fast.
Blooms may express love’s powers,
But I want my love to go on and last.

Let my love be something that endures.
Perhaps, of a substance yet unknown
To represent my love as it matures.
Maybe I want beauty carved in stone.

Stone won’t change in my lifetime.
A statuette would only gather dust.
Should I celebrate with a rhyme?
Sure, poetry will keep my love robust.