They have chewed the doors and more

Chewed the window sills and steps

They come at night when you’re asleep

Looking for salty treats to gnaw

 

Paint and stain are gone

The wood is ruined and revealed

Repairs are sad and difficult

Perps have waddled into the night

 

Find old socks with no toe holes

Gather round smelly mothball orbs

Bury five or eight pieces down deep

Rubber band the ankles tight

 

Place loaded socks near destruction

An honest warning to all who enter

Each year will need repeating for

Ghostly creatures remain vigilant