Petty Zest And Zealers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The petty zest and zealers,
Are going to be there.
They will not be pleased,
If there is nothing to despair.

Picky party poopers.
Whining like spoiled brats.
And sitting on their backsides...
To find things to attact.

Using their voices like noise to be heard.
And doing their best,
To create unrest!

These petty zest and zealers,
Are going to be there.
They will not be pleased,
If there is nothing to despair.

Even if one wishes...
To pitch them all in ditches!