Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Scary Black Bug... A Poem

What do you do when you see such a bug?
Do you run away, or give him a hug?
Do you inspect him, to find out his kin?
Or do you step over and try to squash him?
Do you try, to be a bug friend?
Or do you try to bring him his end?
Little bug friend, maybe your a nice guy.
The little bastard stung me... die... die... die!

Later