A Japanese Beetle should cower
When sitting on top of my flower,
Eating Petunias with Glee.
He’ll no longer mettle
I’m crushing each petal
And stomping each buffet to-be.
Trapped inside astonishment
We both hold some accomplishment
Until I find his buddies in my garden
Pesto potential’s eaten
By those who’ve found a seat in
My basil plants and fail to beg my pardon.
Previous instincts didn’t suck
So I try a whirlwind attack
Rubbing my shop vac quick for luck
Let’s hope that they never come back.
BonjourPoetry 
Japanese beetles would shower
Off the leaves of the plant from the power
Of a magical dust called Sevin
Just shake on a bit
When the beetles have bit
They’ll be elsewhere and it will not be heaven.