Best Dung Beetle Poems
An article about a dung beetle
Says they devour matter that’s faecal
Imagine eating pooh
It’s what dung beetles do
The fetor of their breath must be lethal!
08-19-17
This rhyme may seem strange but each word's truly equal
Now Beetle's tale's done no need for a sequel.
They'd chat by the teazel of matters so lethal
Of sequels and prequels and justice so penal.
In fields green and fetal past signs with a decal
He'd meet Sheetal the Beadle who spoke of things fecal.
With eyes prehensile he'd spot every weevil
And warn all the people of dangers so evil.
This Beetle was legal though far from regal
He'd wheedle and wheeze with his diesel-powered treacle.
He found a gold needle a prize for his easel
And painted a weasel avoiding the measles.
Again there once was a beetle so feeble and small
Who lived in a steeple with people so tall^-^
And painted a weasel avoiding the measles
He found a gold needle a prize for his easel.
This Dung Beetle was again legal though far from regal
He'd wheedle and wheeze with his diesel-powered treacle
And warn all the people of dangers so evil
With eyes prehensile he'd spot every weevil
Again, he'd meet Sheetal the Beadle who spoke of more things fecal
In more fields green and fetal past signs with even more decals
Of sequels and prequels and justice so penal
They'd chat by the teazel of matters so lethal
NOW Beetle's tale's ended again no need for……….a sequel
His adventures were splendid each moment so……….regal.
This rhyme may seem strange but each word's truly equal
A lesson in language both _^_ playful and………. legal
The Dung Beetle though small had a heart brave and true
Proving size doesn't matter in all that we do.
Stinch is my weapon
Rolling my prize possession
In a perfect ball
A beetle races from its deep hiding
To gather more food for the morning!
Amidst its fields of fruits and bananas,
In the open plains of African savanna.
A tiny black bug, glowing in the sand
It shoots across the sun-dried land
Busy pace and not enough time,
to roll back a nitrogen ball sublime!
Every morning at the break of dawn
The beetle is out as agile as a fawn
It is suited black from top to toe,
Like some tycoon with trade to grow!
It wore no tie, has no briefcase
But had jointed legs for life’s race,
two large feelers that sense the air
To locate discards from cattle’s rear!
Large balls of partly digested grass,
Are a high carbon and nitrogen mass,
Will be stacked over and well stored,
For beetle generations,a wealth hoard!
The storage den is a deep deep hole,
That has a fortune of dung ball rolls,
Collected diligently in an insane craze
To store away in the underground maze!
This busy businessman drives no cars,
But still navigates with milky-way stars,
Can precisely locate mound of waste,
And roll them home for a later date!
It’s desire for earning has no bounds
In a day it makes very many rounds,
hoardings often exceed the life needs,
Yet every morning for more it speeds!!
And finally one day it meets its fate,
A flick of tongue and it’s a lizard’s waste!
In the brief history of this beetles life,
Are the resonance of our own strife!
When the earnings exceed our own need,
wealth becomes just a measure of greed!
The meaningless chase of that wealth,
At an immense cost to our own health.
We may detest the beetle for what it brings,
The beetle has no value for gold savings,
Here is a lesson to us all with greed,
What we already have, is all that we need!
i’m worthy of nothing, and deserving of all
my couplet cost but a sh*t, yet turned out a ball
By
David Kavanagh