How Many Bugs
A green thingy crawled out of my clothes pile today
Went a country mile but I caught up quite okay.
I asked it what it had been doing in there.
I was smothering actually under your smelly underwear.
What the heck! I was indignant, almost shocked to my toes.
Panties were in there! I had not smelled them with my nose.
No you idiot. It was your grimy bras that did the trick.
We’re moving out because you are so dense and thick.
I was amazed to see his wife and kids leave too.
Then a crazier looking thingy left; it was an azure blue.
How many bugs were in there? I asked.
Oh crumb! One yelled. This giant ain’t masked!
An exodus such as I had never seen
Turned ugly as bugs flowed from all directions, some mean.
One bit me on the toe on his way out.
“Hope she didn’t have the virus!” one yelled with a shout.
I began to make my apologies, but it was too late.
They were outside the house, heading toward my garden gate.
“Not my vegetables!” I yelled loudly into the air.
But these were determined thingies who simply did not care.
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