Sonnet 1.0 'Nut' Poem by David S Taylor
Sonnet 1.0 'Nut'
This is my battle, my work, my quarrel.
I have a vicious fight ahead,
Death to that squirrel.
I want him, this beast, dead.
He infuriated me more than 18 years ago.
Something dear to me was stolen,
And now my life is in woe.
From all this, my heart is swollen.
The war is soon to come.
All my planning is done,
I am going to blast off your little bum.
Time to die little one.
Any which way, your body I will cut.
You have climbed the wrong tree, and stolen the wrong nut.
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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/7/2025 9:26:29 PM # 1.0.0
It's sound not you at all... different then others poems... be careful if too emotional you can get heart attack sir