*chik*
An amber imp is born
another life will soon be torn
*whoosh*
The menace quickly gains
a foothold in supporting grains
*pop*
A cache of sap explodes
unsettled by such searing goads
*crash*
The framework kisses dirt
and still this fiend is not inert
*hiss*
At last the pest subsides
but ever in the pit resides.
Zap!
ReplyDeleteHi Average. Nice poem.
Like the last one too.
BFN
ding!
hehe Go Getem
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