Pest Poet Patrol

 

I'm in the library reading the poems of others

and what strikes me is how lonely they appear!

Children need to scream in the summer holidays in

supermarkets and in bookshops and on the buses.

And like them I believe that poems should shout 

and not lie limply upon a page like a cut flower past its sell by date.

I'm working out how best to deal with rats.

They are in my loft 🐀

I hear them scurrying up and down the wall outside.

We live in parallel universes, the rats and the poet

and even though I do not earn from this most bizarre of pasttimes

I still eat.

I don't want to poison them because I can hear their babies squeal

They are probably thinking "that human's a nuisance.

trying to write poetry that is beneath us (literally)

We should get on to pest control"

Pest Poet Control

    Pest Poet Patrol