Everyday Writing: Chapter 9

Theme: Evil, Irate, Humour(maybe?)

Termites are eating my bathroom door
Biting at the base with their incisor teeth
Or whatchamacallit accessory to destroy
And little ants then come to nibble
All the leftover wooden pieces that fall
There are pigeons that constantly breed
On my window sill-all night, all day
Flapping their frisky wings like fans
And gurgling in a base voice that annoys
Little little things that irritate, infest
And patterning my days with their marks
Someday I shall pick my sparkling sword
I sparingly use and secret under the bed
And a blood trail of little icky things
Shall splatter to my echoing evil laugh!