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.