The Great White Fright

The podunk looks oh so brave
Like a medieval knight
Who's found it easy to behave,
As if he were some great white fright.

Experience has taught him to be aware,
Of those deadly, evil earth worms
That dig down deep and fight unfair,
Ripping the limbs from dimpled germs.

Or watch out closely for the cricket!
It'll tear your eyes out right away
And rip you up by punching your ticket,
Leaving you shredded and in disarray.

The podunk lives in a real war zone,
Where evil lurks and danger thrives.
The sand flea moves like a cyclone
And bites and kills when it arrives.

The chigger is a deadly beast,
Hiding unseen among the blades.
It'll tear and rip for food and feast
Then itch you to death in attacking raids.

The danger is out there, scary and real
The podunk lives each day in fear
Of bug molest or gnat ordeal,
Shivering with each buzz that's near.

But the podunk is one brave dude,
Standing tall and tough against the scare.
Fighting the evil insects crude.
With bug spray only and hands so bare.

Yeh, the podunk is like a fighting knight,
Working close and incognito;
And fists of iron that stop the bite
Of the common fly and the mosquito.