Books

Books……yeah right. I wish I had time to write a book 🙂 Something not a lot of people know about me is that i’ve been bitten by a brown recluse 4 separate times. So here is a nice little poem I wrote to the thriving brown recluse population of Nashville.

THE BROWN RECLUSE

Like a thief in the night,

You climb into my bed,

“Most likely up the bed skirt,”

The pest controller said,

You’re creeping & you’re crawling,

Until you reach your venue,

A big luscious man child,

THAT’s what’s on the menu,

I haven’t begged for much in life,

A car, a house, a thing,

My only plea to you little friend,

Don’t bite my ding-a-ling.