Bug poems


A cockroach died on my toothbrush last night

And the cock’s crow lied in the morning

I woke up so early it was dark in the house

And I stuck that damn cockroach right in my mouth

Spider Cider

A spider crawled in my water and drowned

my water for waking up thirsty at night

And the cider that brewed by my bed with no sound

was two gulps diminished ‘ere I noticed the sight

What am I, chopped liver?

Mosquitoes don’t like me

They seldomly bite me

And when sweeter blood’s in the room

I can hear them swoon

And they totally leave me alone

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