Whispered Wanderings

A constant nag, a steadfast pest,
that thinks it doesn’t have to rest.
It won’t give me a break, you see,
and tears me down so easily.

I wish that it would take a break!
That loathsome presence I can’t shake.
But no. It tells me I must hear –
its whines will never disappear!

I starve it and it gets so loud
I’m sure that it will draw a crowd.
But when I feed it, just wants more –
and let me tell you, it’s hardcore!

I’m learning how to build a cage
although I know that will enrage
the Worry when I set the trap –
so I’ll put on my thinking cap.

I’ll camouflage, so it won’t know
and never see the blow-by-blow.
At last the door will fall and click,
with sturdy lock that it can’t pick.

And then I’ll send it far away
exactly where, I cannot say.
I’m sure there is an island where
at last it can be happy there!

And so not bother anyone –
my work will finally be done.

klm
3/12/25