Bad Earl The Squirrel Poem by michael Smajda
Bad Earl The Squirrel
Bad Earl was a squirrel,
Disobedient as can be.
Despite my daily warnings,
Kept stealing bird feed from me.
So, I bought myself a sling shot,
With one goal in mind, I admit,
And waited for Earl the Squirrel
To sling him with a direct hit.
My birds are not, now, starving.
Bad Earl the Squirrel is not around.
Perhaps, he is in Squirrel Heaven.
Perhaps, he's in Squirrel Hell abound.
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