Something's Bugging Me
Looking at a tiny ant, I thought,
"Shall I kill thee or shall I not?"
When a mosquito my hand did bite,
I hit out at it in spirited spite,
Then from the corner of my eye,
I saw a cockroach saying 'Hi',
Exasperated, I threw up my hands,
Only to find a lizard in the stands,
As I shook my head in utter distaste,
A centipede wriggled past me in haste,
What was that - a chirping sound?
That must be the cricket going around,
And did that spider just laugh at me?
Of course, that's called "the eight-legged glee".
If only bugs could read and write,
I'd put up a board in black and white,
"Insects not welcome inside,
Go, find another place to hide."
But since they can't, I mope about
With a broom, trying to drive them out.
07/01/17
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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