Bugged (Part 2)


Hello poetry-lovers. Before we begin today’s poem, I’d like to take a moment and thank you for all the lovely e-mail and your kind words. It is always gratifying to hear from my many fans.

Bugged (Part 2)
by Mr. Lucas Brice

i thought i killed the blasted thing,
but I was wrong, I missed,
that nasty bug is still living,
and I’m completely pissed,
it ran across the floor and now,
i’m chasing it around,
it disappeared (i don’t know how),
my heart began to pound,
i grabbed the Daily Mail and then
i rolled it up real tight,
i searched the floor, the shelf, the walls,
preparing for a fight,
at last I spied my insect foe,
in the corner of the room,
the newspaper, it would not reach,
and so I grabbed my broom,
a mighty swoosh, a whoosh, a smoosh,
i caught it on its head,
it made a little insect scream,
and then it fell down dead,
i took no chances, grabbed the bug,
and flushed it down the loo,
i made myself a cup of tea,
What else was there to do?

Copyright Hornton Publishing Company. All rights reserved. Used with permission.
Original photo by Glen Runciter.

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