O possum poop,
O possum poop,
How do I remove you?
You’re squishy and smelly
A warning to all that’s feral.
A trap contained your defecator
for a day and a night
because he was too dumb to go
though I propped open the door.
How will I catch the wild cat,
When the trap is full of scat?
O possum poop,
O possum poop,
I must catch the cat of fire,
In order to, I guess, I’ll have
to scrub you from the wire.
That’s Hott-
Love, Paris
I admit it- I sang this one to myself. Possums are filthy little buggers. One bit one of our past life cats once and it took less than 4 hours for the cat to have a raging abscess. But then the vet told me that 2 out of 3 possum road kill have little live babies in their pouch- and that’s what slowed them down so much they got car smacked. Then I felt sorry for the filty little buggers. I don’t think that was the vet’s intention. She was just saying.
About thailand. Very very disturbing. And how about that president of Venezuela saying he could still “smell the stink of sulfer” at the UN? The world is going to hell in a handbasket.
EM, you need this recipe.
or at least this kind of help.
But Ash, I only have the poop, not the actual opossum. Or the damn wild cat for that matter.
Plus my kids wanted to name the little guy and you know it’s like illegal to eat anything that has a name1
Maybe I need to send Uncle Huel to AV with his famous “squirrel trap”. He catches the squirrels using pecans (and no….we don’t say pea cans down here)takes them in the trap to Lakebottom (our family park and running track)and sets them free. I am sure the squirrel beats him back home and sits and waits for his next “treat”.
May I suggest another poem — Ode to a Pellet Gun?
Yeah, LBB, the guy at the T-shirt shop said sometimes you just need a rocking chair and a shotgun.
Of course, I’d probably end up shooting my gas tank or something.