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My Sling Shot

I have a tool,

Of which I use.

When those varmints,

Of me, abuse.

 

A trusty sling shot,

Bought at the store.

To help those creatures,

That I adore.

 

My sling shot is always,

Close at hand.

To shoot Lima Beans,

At things, can’t stand.

 

The beans don’t harm them,

Just scare them off.

My little bird feeder,

On a hook, aloft.

 

I sometimes use,

Marbles of glass.

To aim at the Squirrel’s

Fuzzy gray ass.

 

He gnaws and wrecks,

My feeder’s sides.

Where the birds,

Reach the seeds inside.

 

But, I never can,

Actually hit them,

No matter how hard,

And straight my aim.

 

On my list today,

Restock ammunition,

Set in a jar,

Kept in the kitchen.

 

The Lima Beans,

Have a dual purpose.

Eaten by others,

Who get them first.

 

The beans just don’t,

Fly real straight,

Still, stand by,

Patiently wait.