bug off !!!

butters said:

a veritable infestation

liked pensive's piece a few posts above - shades of poe mixed with the night before xmas

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Magnetron said:

Who knew I had all these creepy crawly poems?

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pensivepoet said:

Thnx butters. It's hard to parody poe in a traffic jam in baton rouge, but i like a challenge.

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playcatch said:

Leeches are hermaphroditic
worms who like to bite us.
Still, one might prefer the bite
to osteoarthritis.

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HarryHill said:

Now who says why in your buggy logic
words slurred like a Central Park alchoholic
crawling north like a cockroach, Who knew?
Hello Park Avenue; eat a bug

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bronzeage said:

ODE TO A HOUSEFLY, by Percy Dovetails
Philosophical Ruminations on a Beastie in the Booze

Oh, hail to thee, tiny insect so small,
Swimming around in my bourbon highball.
Back-stroking, breast-stroking, movement of wing,
Now up on the ice cube, poor cold little thing.

If you stay there too long, you'll find with remorse,
Your ankles will numb and your buzz will get hoarse.
Catching cold is unpleasant for all little flies,
Bloodshot is gruesome for multiprism eyes.

Some people hate flies, take my old Cousin Sam,
He gets in a snit when you sit in his jam.
I've seen sister Sally turn red as a beet
When you walk on her nose with your six sticky feet.

When you walk on the ceiling, your brow seems to frown,
Does blood go to your head, when you stand upside down?
My optometrist friend, a dear boy named Rex,
Makes bifocals for flies - he calls them fly specs.

Now you're coughing because you are so full of trouble,
Or is it the bourbon that's making you bubble?
You should get off the ice, the temperature's minus,
You'll get frost in your navel and a wee touch of sinus.

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