Sonnet 1.0 'Nut' Poem by David S Taylor

Sonnet 1.0 'Nut'

Rating: 4.5


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Go Joanna 09 June 2009

It's sound not you at all... different then others poems... be careful if too emotional you can get heart attack sir

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Fay Slimm 30 October 2008

Hmmm this is a riddle I would suggest, David, for how can a squirrel be 18 years old - therefore you, the writer, must be the tree! An interesting verse indeed. Best wishes from Fay.

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Dee Daffodil 10 April 2007

Yikes...remind me never to tick you off! ! LOL Hugs, dee

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Lea Simpson 22 January 2006

Chuckle. The end line is particularly great.

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Mary Nagy 22 January 2006

This cracked me up David! We have squirrels all over our yard and boy did I have the image of you fighting a squirrel. Very amusing poem. (But, if you're talking about an actual squirrel.....I hope you don't get him!) Sincerely, Mary

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