. Vermin .

 

by Danny Nicholas

They're coal black and they reek,

And they speak an awful squeak.

They're certainly not weak,

With razor blade claws,

And thorn sharp teeth,

Flesh is their treat.

With hideously pink tails like a whip

They can make you trip.

They have red beady eyes,

that say everyone dies.

They have oval shaped ears,

That hear your various cries of fears.

When they pounce ,

You lose more than an ounce.

And as I lie here and bleed,

The starving vermin feed.

 

February 2008

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