Biggie Bug Loves Herself Well
I am so pretty, it is crazy, Biggie Bug thought.
Feeling sure she would be wildly wooed, hunted and sought.
Her pink was gorgeous, her purple and lavender divine.
Self-promoted and puffed, she felt supremely sublime.
Flaunted her beauty in everyone’s interested face.
She is beautiful, they agreed, but has so little grace.
She could not keep a job, she was such a distraction.
Finally joined the circus, was flea ring’s star attraction.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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