Humor Poetry posted September 17, 2017


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A humourous song inspired by a trip to Alaska and Yukon

Northern Soundscapes

by Margaret Hanna

Some think it is the laughing Loon
that typifies this land,
Or else the sound of gentle waves
that lap against the sand.
I've worked up North. The sound I know
will drive a person mad.

Chorus:
It's the buzz, buzz, buzz of those hungry mos-qui-tuz
Trying hard to suck your body dry.
It's the slap, slap, slap of flailing hand and cap
As you try to kill the vermin on the fly.
It's the psst, psst, psst of the insect-killing mist
And the screaming when you get it in your eye.

Oh sure, there is the gentle sound
of soft wind through the trees,
and yes, the stillness of a morn
that sets your soul at ease.
But all I think is "Yay, no bugs!"
Whene'er I hear a breeze.

Chorus

For some the plop of rising fish
will fill their heart's desire,
While others hunger for the sound
of a snapping, crackling fire.
But I love silence 'cause it means
no hungry, droning choir.

Chorus:
No more buzz, buzz, buzz of those hungry mos-qui-tuz
Trying hard to suck your body dry.
No more slap, slap, slap of flailing hand and cap
As you try to kill the vermin on the fly.
No more psst, psst, psst of the insect-killing mist
And no screaming 'cause there's nothing in your eye.


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