The Bug #Poetry #humor

I’m thinking of making this the next children’s poem for The PoeticLotion Show. Whatcha think? The actual drawings for the poem are awesome! (If i do say so myself.)

The Bug Poem

A bug is standing

on the ceiling.

He’s round with eight long legs.

He watches us

eating our dinner.

He sits up and he begs.

Next the bug

lifts his leg,

and leaves a big, wet spot.

When we have

friends come over,

he don’t act like he ought.

Instead of being

a good bug,

he barks and growls and bites.

And he chose

to misbehave

on the worst of nights.

Dad’s boss came over for dinner.

The bug snuck down its web.

He bared his fangs and sunk his teeth

in the boss’s hairless head!

Now, Dad was furious.

Dad was very mad.

I think he’d had enough.

Looking back

after the fact,

He may have been too rough.

Dad rolled a newspaper,

yelled “Bad bug!”

and smacked him on his nose.

The bug was flat

on the boss’s head

from which a red bump rose.

No more do we have

bugs on our ceiling.

He lives on the bed now.

(He’s still healing.)

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