Oh, those dinks!
They’re on the screen.
Ugly winged creatures,
Just nasty and mean.
Try to find places,
To build their nests.
Disgusting, useless,
Horrid pests.
I’ll do my best,
To fight them off.
Before they build,
Nests aloft.
Where the point,
The roof meets.
I see their hanging,
Dangerous feet.
Because if there’s,
Just one thing,
The dreadful pain,
From their sting.
Mothballs and spray,
My arsenal.
To shoot at them,
And, dead they fall.
Dead and gone,
To buzz, they’re barred.
To hover no more,
As I work in my yard.