Old Verses

I've decided to publish some of my old poetry.  This first one was when I was 16 years old, close to High School graduation. It is the kind of satirical verse I still love to write.  Wish I had my second semester college  comps, too; they were a stitch.

NO!...NO! … THERE IT IS AGAIN!

An Epic Tale by Susan M. (Schnitman) Hernandez

Dedicated to my dear Cousin Izzie Lubman (my mom's cousin): April 20, 1967

For a week I’d been waging a war,

And believe me – I was getting sore

Running and charging the enemy,

Smashing an elbow, banging my knee.

I opened the door a tiny crack,

Hoping, praying it hadn’t come back.

But there it was – that nasty FLY –

Trying to land right in my eye.

“No!...No!” I cried in vain,

For the dratted thing was back again!

I reached for my swatter, but oh! – too late:

The monster was diving for my pate!

Quickly I ducked under the nearest chair,

But before I knew it – IT was there!

Jumping up, I banged my head:

One of us will soon be dead!

In desperation I reached the kitchen

For by this time I was really itchin’

To finish with this fiendish foe:

I was going to end it all, by Joe!

It was going to work; I knew it – ZAP!!!

The bug was falling for my trap.

I inched my way to the refrigerator

And opened its jaws like an alligator.

There it lay on a silver plate,

Now all I’d have to do was wait.

The six-legged beast came sniffing ‘round

And leaped to its death with a single bound.

For on that plate was that wondrous oleo,

Poly-unsaturated all aglow.

Liquid yellow, flavor – mellow:

This was the trap for that dastardly fellow.

Thanks to the miracles of modern men

Once more I am free again,

Secure in the knowledge that I know:

Flies can’t swim in oleo.

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