Lady Bug Lady Bug

Lady bug Lady bug lady bug it is fun to play and look at you, you seem to increase in size whenever we live in some place new, you hide in my toy, you hide in my closet what am I am going to do with you? Lady bug lady bug look at you, when I turn on the lights you run with your friends and fly away too. Lady bug Lady Bug I am getting tired of you, you run and alluding me in to my shoes, even when I am over you, eating my food, you look and seem you want me to bless you to. Lady bug lady bug I am not having fun with you, I am getting my mom and dad to get the exterminator to get with you and your crew. This poem is about a five years old kid who never saw North and South American cockroach in his young life. Poetry 11/26/10 by Keith Kadell