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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Anonymous said on September 7, 2011
Helloooooooo, Hamhock! Thanks for the smiles this morning!
Francis Meyrick said on September 7, 2011
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)
Legion said on September 8, 2011
Actually, that was pretty witty and fun. Well, not for the bug of course, but I got a laugh out of it. Well done.