John Slough relished hunting squirrels and eating them.
He hunted and killed them all over Greensboro, NC.
He learned how to cook over a hundred squirrel dishes.
If squirrels had post offices, his photo would have been on walls
As most wanted Public Enemy Number One.
After he wantonly killed over two hundred squirrels
And bragged all over Greensboro about his obsession,
Somehow word of his squirrel carnage reached
Two squirrel anomalies equipped with near human intelligence.
They rounded up squirrels within a ten mile radius for a plan.
On a full moon summer’s night when John Slough got soused
At a pizza and alcohol restaurant on Elm Street in Greensboro
And staggered home to his house in the Dunedin neighborhood,
He heard squawking sounds in the trees surrounding him
Before a thousand squirrels leaped onto him from out of the trees.
He reached for the gun he didn’t have and panicked.
In his drunken state he thought he could blast the squirrels to death.
The force of the thousand squirrels knocked the wind out of him.
On the ground, he tried to fight them off, but he was easily overpowered
As the squirrels exacted their gruesome vengeance upon him.
In the morning light in that tranquil Dunedin neighborhood
Birds chirped, squirrels went about their normal business.
People woke up, ate breakfast and dressed for work.
But when they opened their doors, many of them saw
The horror of John Slough’s flesh stripped skeletal remains
Bob Boyd
