I was going to post this last week, but the juxtaposition with the King funeral poem was too much... And I've already posted serious lyrics this week, courtesy of Tom Paxton and the CIA, not to mention an obligatory (but I haven't seen anyone else make it) Tom Lehrer reference. So, after much delay, and in the full knowledge that it's a distinctly minor offering, my Vermin Haiku
Attic scurrying returns. Rats. This time I use chemical warfare.
And it's been (mostly) quiet ever since.
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