This is my self composed poem.
Once there lived a beetle who was so black
That everyone used to cry “Ack! Ack!”
“Why are you so black, little beetle, dear?
But don’t worry, have no fear,
Because we will protect you, since you are so helpful and kind,
And though you may be ugly, you’re the sweetest at your mind.”
As you heard, this was absolutely true,
And a beetle who’s kind is most certainly new,
Well, at least for you!
But one day someone tried to swat,
The poor little beetle who had grown so fat.
Why? Oh well, you’ll see
But along with me.
She had grown fat, it was true
Because with fear she had turned blue
So she dare not come out
Because the people would shout
“A beetle! Kill her, she’s so black!
Ack , ack, ack, ack, ack!”
She would reside comfortably in her house,
With her companion, a teeny-tiny mouse!
The mouse was as faithful as a golden retriever,
And was an excellent weaver!
He weaved the most lovely cloth in the land,
And they were for the royals, so grand!
So, he earned his livelihood from the grace of His majesty,
The greatest, majestic, powerful king Hagerty!
King Hagerty was so noble and brave,
That even great kings were willing to be his slave!
His mere presence made his enemies tremble,
And his footsteps would make the earth rumble!
He had many titles,
Like The Greatest Man on the Earth and the winner of thousand battles!
Or The King of Kings and many, many more,
If you listen to all of them, you’ll never be a bore!
Anyway, let’s get back to that beetle and the mouse,
That cute mouse who wasn’t at all a Strauss!
The mouse was as pretty as a grouse!
And that day, for the queen, he was making a beautiful blouse!
And one marvelous day, the beetle felt,
That for quite a long time she had dwelt,
In her cozy, little house,
With her companion, a teeny-tiny mouse.
So, she decided that she had to be brave and do something heroic,
To make her famous, like the novelist, Cynthia Ozick!
So, little beetle proceeded further, gathering all her courage,
And for starters, attend her cousin’s marriage!
And her mouse never ever discouraged,
The little beetle from having courage.
Little beetle became more confident and bold
And she requested the mouse to weave some cloth
And had it sold
She sold them for quite a high price,
But since they were of such craftsmanship,
And since she was handing out many a free comic strip,
That all flocked in like swarms of mice!
(Though I just myself can’t understand
That a swarm of mice should be swarms of bees
And I know, who and what exactly they see.
I guess it’d be okay
If I let it slip and don’t care
Yeah, that’s the decision,
And let the people blare
They might flare
Up in anger
But as I said, I don’t care!)
Such was the profit made by the little ‘beetly’ beetle dear
That everyone wanted to come near
They were drawn like a stubborn magnet to a iron
(Who’s stubborn, of course)
Okay, okay, now let’s end this magnet-iron
Or else, you’ll feel remorse
Now, as I said,
Beetle was proud and her head was held high
And with the money she earned,
She made an apple pie
She made it for herself
And the motivating, sweet mouse
Who, upon eating this, cried
“WHOA! IT’S TASTIER AND SOFTER THAN MY EXTRA-SPECIAL, EXTRA-SOFT, EXTRA-PLUSH, EXTRA-WARM, EXTRA-ROYAL, EXTRA-GRAND BLOUSE!!!
If you ask me, fellas, ‘tasty’ is a weird word
It seems so childish and, well, um, it’s outdated!
At least I think so
Okay, so the mouse ate it.
I suppose I shouldn’t be annoyed
But tasty crosses the limit!
Just try saying tasty once
If it comes in a chapter, you’d wanna skim it!
Well, now that I see
Tasty isn’t so bad
After all,
I should let things be rad.
Okay, okay
I like tasty now!
Just look at it
You’d wanna give it a bow
Okay, okay,
I don’t like tasty that much
Tasty is okay, this’s the final decision
Well, I am such
Heh heh heh
Um, okay
Leave tasty
I’ve gotta have thingamajigs to do
Most importantly, PLAY!
Oops
Forgot where we were
Well, I’ll just scroll up
And I’ll bet you too forgot, and well, no rhyming word!
So beetle and mouse started a business
Mouse wove cloth, and beetle had it sold
And please do not forget
She was growing bold and bold
I heard she was getting slyer
Or so it’s told
Along with growing bold
Beetle had to attend gym
To get her fit and frisky
If anyone tried to swat her or him
You should know
Who that him is
Prettier than a grouse,
Yes, that’s her companion mouse!
So they became richer than rich
In their lives, there wasn’t a single glitch
However, beetle didn’t forget
That she had to exercise
And buy a new barrette!
They moved to a mansion
With a hundred rooms
They hired servants and maids
to clean them, each using a hundred brooms!
Now comes the weird bit
That now beetle wasn’t a beetle anymore
She was the queen of them
And it was a lore
To the beetles was provided
The beetle-veda
Which said that there would be a king
And a queen
Who would rule them (not sorta)
They’d really rule ‘em
And be just and fair
No one leaving the palace
Would go without at-least a mare
So one day, the far away beetle prince
Heard of the bold beetle
He decided to make a couple true
And of course new
So he invited bold beetle to a feast
(That year the farmers had produced a fine yeast)
Beetle and beetle
(Now who’s who?)
Met together and decided
To make a couple true
So you can guess what happened
That busy night
Bold beetle moved to the prince
Unequalled in might.
They ruled the kingdom,
And their dynasty was simply awesome!
Their children were exactly same
And into pretty flowers they blossomed!
(The reason I actually wrote this
Was to make you all a bit kind
And not swat those poor beetles
Who’re sweeter at their mind
And remember; you’ll never find
Those sweet beetle kind,
Because well, I sometimes need
to keep a secret which’s often big
And yes, remember,
You’ll never find it,
Even if for it you just dig and dig…)
— Spriha
