This is my battle, my work, my quarrel.
I have a vicious fight ahead,
Death to that squirrel.
I want him, this beast, dead.
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Hmmm this is a riddle I would suggest, David, for how can a squirrel be 18 years old - therefore you, the writer, must be the tree! An interesting verse indeed. Best wishes from Fay.
This cracked me up David! We have squirrels all over our yard and boy did I have the image of you fighting a squirrel. Very amusing poem. (But, if you're talking about an actual squirrel.....I hope you don't get him!) Sincerely, Mary
It's sound not you at all... different then others poems... be careful if too emotional you can get heart attack sir