Poem Paradoy Contest

[FrodeauxB at aol.com]

I know it only took second place in this year's contest, and I know it's 
parody, but I like it.
To A Bugge
by Anthony Sutton
(Best read with a Scottish accent)
Wha ha!?!
A teensie buggie currillt up besite my bazement pottie?
Did ye fell victim t'ma lethal sprays meant t'kill all ye vermin who
dare inside my house to trottie?
I sees a chunkit' meal besites thy dessicated frame
Twas laced, ye knows, wi' killing likker.
What a shame!
Did ye consume th' dire, dour an' deadlie poison greedily
In hopes that it'd sate ye speedily?
Or did ye jus' bloonder by and get entrepped
As the purply gas from the can o'Raid unwrapped?
Och! Ha'my hort does bleed to see thee
Curllitt up like a small dead insect unseemly
With those sixteen teensie clawfers
Clenched against th' fate that life had offered.
For sure, whiles' y'were an ugly vermin'
Now brought low by lethal fluorocarbin.

With apologies to Rob't Burns from a fellow Scot, I say,

TTFN,

frodeauxb