It sits there spying,
again and again.
It's constantly trying,
To get into my brain.
Beady little eyes mocking
I can't leave my yard,
For it's always watching,
And always on guard.
It plots against me!
Its little hands hiding,
The evil laughter of glee.
My paranoia widening.
I have come to a conclusion,
That the she-squirrel is a home wrecker.
Trying to catch my hubby's attention,
And making his eyes glance at her.
Well she's taken my house,
In one small quarrel.
Dumped by my spouse,
For a provocative squirrel.
Author notes
Umm... well a bit of bestiality. I don't really like squirrels so that also inspired me. Enjoy I guess!
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by piccola.
450 points, ended April 2, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Well I think it's bad, what do you think?
Comments
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sad to say I can picture this lol. Cute take on the prompt and I hope it is just your muse talking. Thank you for entering I really enjoyed this.
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"It plots against me!
Its little hands hiding,
The evil laughter of glee.
My paranoia widening."
Oh my ashlie, i hate to bring it up but this is why simon may have left u...bahahahaha, not laughing at you but i definatly think that simon is into beastiality...whoda thought.
This is a quirky poem which made me want to purchase a teapot! Well done ashy!
-Swintha
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