Chirpidy Chirp Chirp

 

WD-40 will not quiet the crickets

they’re going to chirp, going to squeak

and sing.

 

I thought that there were crickets

across the school playground

but all it was

were children on the swings.

 

I sprayed some on my ballpoint pen

to stop these stupid rhymes,

But my clever little stanzas

dripped with gooey slime.

 

The chirping I discovered

was right here in my ear,

So I got myself a Pilsner glass

and sprayed some on my beer.

 

I knew that if I drank enough

it would go right to my head,

and that noisy little cricket

surely would be dead.

 

But when it all got quiet

and he’d gone around the bend,

Sadness overcame me

for I missed my little friend.

 

 

 

         ZC