THE CURSE OF THE TOADSTOOL

My foot stepped upon a toadstool, now I feel like a toad,

I have this inclination, to sun myself out in the road,

First I'll eat a couple bugs,

I'll juice them out with tongue hugs,

I'm trying to walk upright, but my legs are just too bowed.

THE STINGING BEES

Stinging bees have such perfect bloodhound powers,

They can find you, even if you take showers,

For all the rest of the day,

I'll be in my tent with a spray,

It's a scent masking spray, that smells like flowers.

SPRING

Cold rainy weather makes us feel pain called, the cruds,

The arthritis pain, we fight with the suds,

We want mosquitos to bite,

To take our minds off our plight

While spring blooms bust out of their buds.

THE TRAP ON THE GREEN

My Venus Fly Trap kills the flies,

It even eats the little guys,

It is so sad,

I feel so bad,

I cannot look them in the eyes.

THE BUG AWAY POWER OF CREAMS

My brother, from the time he was six,

Was crawling with head lice and ticks,

He had bug away power,

By taking a shower,

And anti-itch cream was the fix.

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT, LIMERICK

I saw a pretty butterfly, but it was already dead,

It seems a bird had seen it first, and nibbled off it's head,

But at least I viewed the wings,

All pretty colors, and design things,

So I bought some matching sheets, to be a butterfly in bed.

WARNING: BUTTERMILK DOES NOT COME FROM BUTTERFLIES

I tried to milk some buttermilk from butterflies who flied,

But I did not get no buttermilk, and all the butterflies died,

Woe is me,

I should have set them free,

At their memorial I cried and cried.

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FOUND THE NEXT DAY

Scabies covered nearly all of my skin,

They're itchiness gave me a grimacing grin,

The next day I was found,

I bled out on the ground,

The police said to my next of kin.

STING, SUPER CUTS AND GUTS

Tinker was a little nuts,

He ate only hornet guts,

They made is mouth sting,

And that was his thing,

Along with giving his lawn super cuts.

ODE TO THE FLY

Out on the sofa, I thought I'd take a lie,

But I was bitten by a hungry, biting little fly,

He bit me on my nose, and took a tinkle on my tie,

He buzzed around my toes, and then he waved, goodbye,

So forever I'll be traumatised, until the day I die.

THE ROOF CAVED IN ON MY TRAILER

It's roof has had a big failure, complete,

So it's no going back to the trailer to eat,

I guess I'll be camping outside,

And will have to swallow my pride,

And spray down my whole body with Deet. 

TICKS ARE DRINKING MY BLOOD

I have ticks in my garden and they're drinking my blood,

The lack of blood makes me queasy and I fall down and go thud,

It's a mystery to me,

Why, the ticks attack me,

I go swimming so, I'm not covered with crud.

THE PUDDLE WITH THE ARK

I walked in the woods and found a puddle with an ark,

And, floating there all crowed was a big piece of bark,

It held ants, worms and centipedes,

And, insect eggs that looked like seeds,

All waiting the puddle to vanish so their ride could then park. 

 

FLIES IN A JAR

For most flies have such little appeal,
Yet, I decided to keep flies in a jar with a seal,
They are comforting pets,
With their appendage sets,
Now, I promote them as pets with a zeal.