ok im gonna stink up the joint with poetry

Cellar Dwellers

by Nancy Ness

How can I get my basement clean?

Those cellar dwellers are so mean!

Undoing all that I have done,

They think – perhaps I’m having fun?

Scrub as I might they do not care.

They hide in corners everywhere;

Those little fellers pink in hue

Conspirators, my work undo.

I hear them twitter at my back,

Cacophonous counter attack.

Each corner now devoid of stuff,

Upon the walls I see them stuck!!

These puny paired prolific pests

Have brand new Cellar Dweller nests.

Their young imprint me as their mom

And cling to me. Where’d they come from?

I scoop them up, neat as you please,

But – WHOOSH – they’re off then with a breeze.

Sweep them again to cast them out,

“All Cellar Dwellers, SCAT”, I shout!!

I’ll never win this war, I fear.

These Cellar Dwellers will live here

Long after this is not my home –

Pink peanut packing Styrofoam.