Poor pesky armadillo,
Pitted and pined against my wit.
Rock blocks she passes - plain vanilla!
And scented spray is a lame repellant.
Ants and grubs, her main feast,
Poor pests she rids in holes and mounds.
At my wits’ end I’m forced to say it:
“Prays Saint Francis - I grant you your bounds.”
- Gary Edward Geraci
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Author:
Gary Edward Geraci (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2018 14:11
- Category: Humor
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A fine write Gary. you deal with your armadillos there, and we'll deal with our flying ants here in UK! lol.
St Francis knew. Talking to animals is not such madness! Seriously, it's got real value, I think.
Meanwhile - we talking to any plants too?! The madness is if the plants answer us back! lol.
No, I’m not talking to plants yet Orchidee although I love keeping them; indoors and out! Thanks for your read and reaction.
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