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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Helloooooooo, Hamhock! Thanks for the smiles this morning!
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)
Actually, that was pretty witty and fun. Well, not for the bug of course, but I got a laugh out of it. Well done.