They are back yard bin ladens,
Those buck-toothed rodents in my lawn!
They sneak around in underground tunnels,
Planning evil deeds from dusk to dawn.
My garden is the target
Of the grubby cowards of the dark.
Their shifty eyes, in short spurts above the ground,
Search for places to leave their mark.
Attacking flowers, garden,
A rose bush, sometimes new green grass,
The efforts of my toil quickly demolished
By destructive creatures so crass!
Evil networks left behind
Evidence of their hiding places,
Mounds of debris, stripped and barren garden soil
Dastards seldom show their faces!
Warning Gopher! Go away!
Far from my landscape, please refrain!
Or I, your angry foe, will entomb you deep
Within your own dark sub-terrain.
This may come to pass: After the initial encounter with the Gophers, who set up housekeeping in Shirley's garden, Shirley may now take a Motherly attitude towards her residents and they may become her pets, for they seem to grow fatter by the day, as witness the above photos, for they are so cute, cuddly and friendly. Mitch/WebMaster