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.