The temple
is no place
for killing,
but that is
where I killed
her this morning.
I didn't want
to take
her life
but she refused
to go.
Just leave and
you can live,
I told her.
I even opened
the door
for her
but she just
moved farther
away.
I couldn't
use a gun;
someone would
have heard.
No pocketknife handy,
and so I
had no choice.
I stomped her
to death with
just my shoes.
J.R. laughed
out loud.
He thought
it was funny
because my feet
were moving so fast.
There was
no humor
on my part,
strictly business.
I only did
what needed
to be done.
Her body went
into the trash can
so no one
would see.
She probably
only wanted
a place to
lay her eggs
but the world
doesn't need
any more roaches.
LOL... This made me smile, nice sense of humor displayed in your poem. Your picture also made me smile.
To Spock the Vegan, whose comment is below. Of course temples and death don't seem to mix. That's why I said in the first line THE TEMPLE IS NO PLACE FOR KILLING. When the bishop said that HE lassoed a mouse, was it the bishop who lassoed it, or your son? How many tries did it take him to lasso it?
Somehow death and Temples don't seem to mix. My second son would not approve of me using poison or a regular mouse trap to kill a mouse in the house. He would gladly transport it live to a nature trail on his bicycle and let it go. A Bishop told me he once lassoed a mouse with a string, and lead it away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOL Kim I thought you killed a person Bravo!
LeeAnn, my dear, never fear. People are safe from me. Thanks for commenting.