Ode to a Bug

Posted on September 7, 2011

Ode to a Bug

Poor bug
Drowned.
At the bottom
It was found.
A short life
Shorter made
In this glass
Of lemonade.
I wondered of its dying thoughts
Or if it truly thinks.
Wish I’d found it sooner,
Before I’d finished my drink.

Legion
12APR08


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3 responses to Ode to a Bug

  1. Helloooooooo, Hamhock!  Thanks for the smiles this morning!

  2. so now we are into bug poetry? Eh? All right then…

    Helicopter meets Bug

    At a hundred and thirty knots
    he didn’t exactly have lots
    of time to avoid my screen
    polished silky clean.

    He splattered with a thud
    spreading guts and blood
    My thoughts were quite unkind
    as I pondered his tiny mind.

    I guess it’s sad to say
    but really, the right-of-way,
    belonged to my little friend
    despite his sticky end.

    But when you meet a Bell
    blasting along like hell
    I’m truly inclined to say
    "GET OUT OF MY FLIPPIN’ WAY!"

    (I know, I know, don’t even comment, this was a 3 minute awful… feeling tipsy after a quiet beer)

  3. Actually, that was pretty witty and fun.  Well, not for the bug of course, but I got a laugh out of it.  Well done.

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