It seems that my Muse shared an amphora of The Good Stuff with Bacchus, from his Private Cellar.
And she came back with this “hangover”.
No real bugs were harmed in writing this offering.
And now, without further delay in the way, I offer:
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“Bugs In My Garden”
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The Bugs: “Lettuce! Prey!
The Plants: “Let us pray!
My Neighbor: “Bug Spray.”
Neighbors garden service: “Let us spray!”
Me and the Bugs: “Bug spray?” - “Let us pray.”
Me: “Bug spray – not my way.”
The Bugs: “No spray? Hooray! Then lettuce go our way.”
Me: “My crops – they go away ...”
Google: “Let us say, soap to spray, and vinegar in play, keeps pests away!”
The Bugs: “A bath! Yuck! Let us bubbles spray and be away.”
Me: “Google, Hooray! You say the Way to save my Day. Lettuce send thanks your way.”