My prayers were said,
I was lying in bed,
The lights were off.

I was nice and warm,
Then up did swarm,
A buzzing ever so soft.

Gone was my my sleepy bliss,
"What the hell is this?"
Went my angry thought.

Intermittent it was,
This annoying buzz,
Til at last I dragged myself aloft.

I tracked it to a corner,
Where to my horror,
A smell up did waft.

My spider trap,
Sticky with TERRO sap,
A mouse instead had caught.

Long time deceased,
My brow did crease,
To recognize a scent smelled oft.

And the buzzing indeed
Came from a fly in need,
Its own destruction it sought.

As I double-bagged,
I choked and I gagged,
I whimpered and I coughed.

Mice are roommates,
I do hate,
Though my opinions count for naught.

My alert did not ebb,
For I saw many a spider web -
That corner with them was fraught.

My trusty duster,
Annihilated the cluster,
But no comfort was I brought.

For upon lifting up the rug,
Another unappreciated bug,
Was added to the plot.

Ants, scurrying in a frenzy,
Though numbers they had plenty;
A battle yet to be fought.

Tired, upset,
I went to the cabinet,
And the TERRO out did trot.

First I sprayed,
Then liquid trap I laid,
For ant destruction I sought.

I put the carpet back,
And though sleep I lacked,
The event could not be forgot.

Bugs I smote,
These verses I wrote,
To poetry I was brought.

And now that I've shared,
With you out there,
What think ye, of what I have wrought?

And while my sanity you ponder,
I think I'll wander,
Back to bed, and sleep dear-bought.