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ODE TO LADYBUGS
Ceejay Writer
Ah! Flightful tiny orbs with a turtle wax shell
Miniscule red volkswagons motoring through the air
Though no one feels the pull to yell 'slug bug'
(I pause to lament the passing of road trip tradition, that.)
How graceful you are, hurling around the lampshade
As a moon would circle its soulmated planet
Until the entangling nebula of bug spray surrounds you
Heralding the end of your orbit, your life.
Now you are hurtling to the ground
Though no startling crater will you leave on the rug
Nothing to note your passing
As the almighty Hoover passes it's dark cloud over you.
And you are gone.
Ah! But reincarnation is your forte
No sooner can we rejoice in your absence
When you return, cloned and cloned again.
Bug without end, Amen and Amen.
Ceejay Writer has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Ceejay's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Ceejay's latest works: