David S Taylor - Sonnet 1.0 'Nut'

This is my battle, my work, my quarrel.
I have a vicious fight ahead,
Death to that squirrel.
I want him, this beast, dead.

He infuriated me more than 18 years ago.
Something dear to me was stolen,
And now my life is in woe.
From all this, my heart is swollen.

The war is soon to come.
All my planning is done,
I am going to blast off your little bum.
Time to die little one.

Any which way, your body I will cut.
You have climbed the wrong tree, and stolen the wrong nut.

David S Taylor

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