Vivien Wade Poet Rhyme

The Bug

THE BUG

I was bitten by a bug
It wasn't the bed-bug kind
It didn't hurt to feel the bite,
The attack was in my mind.

This bug was a different type
It struck one cold winter's night.
It was called a poetry bug,
Which encouraged me to write.

I opened up my laptop,
Yet didn't know where to start.
Poems need to be meaningful,
Ones that spring from the heart.

My thoughts were in a muddle
As words swirled in my head,
I became engrossed in writing,
And forgot to go to bed

Quickly different forms I wrote,
Pantoum, tanka and haiku.
I also wrote a villanelle
Plus a few of humour too..

I was bitten by a bug
It grasped me in it's vice,
Once having tasted it's effects
I won't need to be bitten twice.

Copyright © Vivien Wade Nov.12, 2016

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Vivien Wade July 6, 2017 at 2:15 AM Thank you for your comment. Pleased it gave you a laugh, which is good medicine. blessings, vivien

Heidi Sands July 3, 2017 at 7:54 PM This is a very fun write! Love it :)

Daniel Turner July 3, 2017 at 9:29 AM Very much fun and really clever, Scarlett. I'm still suffering from the effects of my bite:)

Chris Green July 3, 2017 at 7:15 AM Fortunately for many of us there is no pesticide that will keep this bug away. This was fun Vivien and wonderfully written