The Creatures of Doom

Vile creatures slither and slink
And put you almost at the brink
Until you simply must rebuff
Before you say, "I've had enough!"

The creatures that bite, and those that slink, And those that slime, and creep, and stink Will have no chance, absolutely no way To bother you, once you've used pest-spray.

And it won't be a sweltering heat
Turning your skin and muscles into well-done meat, As I would hope the next time you're there, The weather is nice, and the sky is clear.

So, oranges, and dolls, and all manner of things Will be before us in droves, in rings, And you'll take pictures, and maybe a sketch, And won't have to worry about a pestly wretch.