National Poetry Month

Poem for the day.

                                     BUG OFF!

There’s nothing more squiggly, more jiggly, more wiggly –

They make me quite chortley and, I fear, rather giggly.

When I’m first introduced to a beetle or bug,

I must be polite; I can’t simply say, “Uggh!”

“How nice to meet you.  How do you do?

Would you care for a munch on a crisp leaf or two?”

Each tiny bug foot and each leglet minute,

Each proboscis, each feeler – a sensation absolute!

A caterpillar taking a stroll on me

Tickles my fingers tremendously.

Does a caterpillar meandering on a twig or rose

Make it laugh or chuckle, do you suppose?

Carolyn York