The little rat ******* was slick on his very quick snacking trip he licked the traps clean a rodential machine sooner or later, he'll slip
The glue traps did the trick that's where that monster did stick nevermore seen his demise sticky obscene I hated being such a ****
The traps erstwhile effect not rats but mice subjects licking clean the traps as final sticky naps the end of this, project
Can't stand the little %$#&@^&s, saw him yesterday morn as I was heading into work, looked like he has a broken leg (alot of construction around here) kinda felt bad, but put out traps to **** the little **** :D he licked em clean without springing them! Glue traps down now, will update this poem if that fails LOL
Kinda hard to **** another living being, but hey, harbingers of disease! :(
Hollow abyss of the deep cliff, into the distance the moon shines bright wind caressing the fresh green grass, festive fireflies. beating against the rocks below, white bubbles arise, darkened spots in the starry sky, the end is to arrive.
There's this spider I know. He sits on my lips, Weaving webs of pure silk. To trap in my lies... ...those little black flies.. For what horror would ensue should one but slip. What havoc I'd wreak Upon my web of silk... ...now oh so weak. For there is never just one. Now there's a hole!
And out they would swarm! A cloud thick as smoke.
Oh those little black flies.... They'd be my demise... Should one but slip. I could choke.