It’s in my kitchen eating peanut butter behind the cupboard.
I smell its venomous perspiration.
I see its whipping tale.
If I touch it, it might bite me.
What kind of pig is it?
It keeps bouncing back and forth, tasting this and then that.
There it goes up the wall, heard its scratching little nails.
Hearing those little claws makes me see red.
If Doctor John Doolittle wasn’t so busy in London,
I’d call him over to exterminate it this minute.
There is an elephant outside.
How will I pay for this home?
Thuggin’ it, has made me thus far.
Because my parents didn’t make it,
means I probably won't either.
He was just being facetious.
The beautiful glass house of tolerance,
has allowed this polite vermin to sleep in her bed long enough.
It's time to lift the house up with one arm.
Wonder woman can only take so much.
Its lifespan has ended.
Persuasive Beast.
I had to come to the end, to get to the beginning.
Maldito Raton.
How can you ask me for forgiveness?
There’s not room in this house for the both of us,
I won’t tiptoe around you.
Author Bio:
Virginia Melendez is a native of California. In her spare time she enjoys creative writing and poetry.