Well well,
if it ain't Mannie Musqueeto
sneakin' back in the hood
with your gang of chompinos.
HEY!...whadya looking at needle-nose?
You lookin' for a piece of me...huh?
You better listen up good m' man
we got plans to see you fry
you'll be sleepin' with the fishes
so kiss yo mama good-bye.
The word's on the street to OFF you
so you better plan your wake.
When the zapper's through with you
there won't be much to dump in the lake...
Capice ole pal?
Roger
Capice!! Yep! not much left..
Cute write!
Lady Mary Ann
Zap's that.
Always,
Deborah
cleverly sung..
Lady Vivian
In northern Wisconsin, where I spent many an evening, the zapper got quite busy and we either had to go inside or put on netting. But the ones just off the beach on the Texas Gulf Coast have hypodermic needles and need to be blasted by the laser gun of a monster from the Pacific Rim. ;-)
Ron
Anna
Cheers,
Dan
Love ya!
Jane