My Uncle's Squirrels
By Victoria Vakser ’26
I have an uncle who despises squirrels.
He hates their little faces, the way their tail curls,
for they gnaw on his roof, chew through his power lines,
and scatter bits of acorns and other such finds.
Now just so you know I would like to make clear
that to get rid of these squirrels, nothing was to dear.
He set traps, he sprayed pest spray, but all to no use,
yet no matter what he would not call a truce.
One fateful morning, while on the highway,
he spotted a squirrel, smack in his way.
He would not hit the brakes, no, he pushed on ahead,
and soon that little nuisance was dead
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