Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #111
Oh, Exterminator
by Belinda Roddie
Oh, exterminator, you hypnotize
me with your face mask and black overalls
as you spray my whole house to stop termites
from digging in and eating through my walls.
You tip your hard hat to me when you walk
in for the monthly inspection. I hate
that I can't see you smiling when you talk
and warn me to leave whilst you fumigate
and I evacuate. Remember, sir,
the number of my hotel room that I
slipped into your shirt pocket while you were
scoping my bedroom for cockroaches. Bye,
Mister Exterminator. It's no sin
to visit me at the Holiday Inn.
by Belinda Roddie
Oh, exterminator, you hypnotize
me with your face mask and black overalls
as you spray my whole house to stop termites
from digging in and eating through my walls.
You tip your hard hat to me when you walk
in for the monthly inspection. I hate
that I can't see you smiling when you talk
and warn me to leave whilst you fumigate
and I evacuate. Remember, sir,
the number of my hotel room that I
slipped into your shirt pocket while you were
scoping my bedroom for cockroaches. Bye,
Mister Exterminator. It's no sin
to visit me at the Holiday Inn.
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