Mystery Bug

I crawl along
in silent cadence.
My many tiny feet,
though barely seen,
march in perfect
My scary pincers
protrude ahead,
much larger by far
than all my tiny feet.
And though I’m deemed
completely harmless,
I get the final word.
I leave a putrid smell,
if you try to squish me.

About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of nine, great-grandmother of five. 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator, Was married for 60 years to an Architect in Middle Tennessee.

Posted on September 9, 2012, in Humor. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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