Wanting To See the Insect Ball
How many more insect balls must I miss?
This was asked by the python who ended with a hiss.
I cannot help it that we have it the same weekend I said.
We had an inflexible relative, old Uncle Fred.
He’s stuck in his ways, I am not going, she said.
I love the insect ball, it is jazzy and red.
The ladybugs and the caterpillars do the tango so fine.
Tell Uncle Fred Iwill not be attending his annual whine.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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