The ironclad-min-biting beetles, I’ve had to avoid,
They’re quick, and refuse to be destroyed,
Nowhere left that I’d not disinfected and scoured,
They move faster than flipping Concord!
Failed efforts to conker them, left me losing my sanfroid,
Fly spray, bleach and boiling water utilised and deployed,
The result? Next day, an even bigger-beetle hoard!
I ordered from Amazon, beetle-killing pads, effective I was assured,
When the van arrived it had none on board!
Soon I was hindered, and very annoyed,
Liberty Virgin Global, left my life in a void,
The internet connection was again destroyed.
Curses and oaths emanated from my thyroid,
So often, I was frustratingly forced to be internet underemployed!
I wished I had in my prescriptions, something made from Opioid!