Ode To A Woodchuck
I used to plant a garden and fought the woodchucks (groundhogs) for years. Finally gave up planting and haven’t seen one around since. I wrote this poem while in the midst of my annual battle trying to outsmart those pesky critters.
Ode To A Woodchuck
Woodchuck poked his furry head,
From the hole beneath my shed,
Watched with awe and great suspense,
As I put up my garden fence,
And as I pounded the last pin,
Pondered how he might get in,
While I, in confidence assured,
Tender veggies were secured.
A glint of mischief in his eyes,
Fixed his gaze upon the prize,
Undeterred that cunning beast,
Lay prepared to have a feast.
And in spite of lofty plans,
Foiled them all and in he ran!
Once again I have been zapped,
By that malicious little chap,
He chucked all that he could see,
And never left one bean for me!
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