Sidi J. Mahtrow
Brown Marmorated Stink Bug - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
Coming to a home like yours
They're marmorated that's for sure
Marble like shell or perhaps streaked
They are bugs from hell with appetite unsated.
Love apples, peaches, or most anything else
They feed by sucking out juices till nothings left
Except a mottled, distorted fruit that's ugly or worst
Edible, but who's to like the distorted fruit's face.
The brown marmorated stink bug is here to stay
So there's little that can be done or damages defray.
Nothing likes them, birds shun them in season
After all they're called stink bugs for a reason.
Crush one between the thumb and forefinger
And the odor given off will certainly linger
Till you've had enough of this bug designed in hell
And reach for the pesticide that will certainly kill.
But wait, the EPA and Department of Agriculture
Will want to get involved to be sure that the chemicals pure
And cause no harm to others (that's animals, plants and bugs)
Which means that there's no getting rid of these thugs.
(The stink bugs, not the agencies mentioned,
However, well intentioned.)
It's another fact of life
The World Wide Economy brings lots of strife.
For the Brown Marmorated Stink Bug was imported
Just like lots of other stuff and now is by the government supported.
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