A Lamentation On Lovebugs
If on the very first plague's day,
Lovebugs had flown Pharaoh's way,
He would have said, "Israel! You can't stay!
Pack your bags! Leave right away!"
"All things have their place," you say;
But I can't figure out a lovebug's way.
Flying around end to end,
What kind of lesson do they send?
It is as if they don't really care
That the whole wide world sees their rears in the air.
"All things have their place," you say;
But I can't figure out a lovebug's way.
They come in clouds and splat like rain,
On my car's freshly cleaned window pane;
Impale themselves on its' shiny grill,
And some will be there next year still.
"All things have their place," you say;
But I can't figure out a lovebug's way.
And so I wait for fall's COOL air,
When I step outside and they aren't there.
I'll whoop and holler, and shout with glee,
On the day my world is lovebug free.
Bob Adams
September, 2003
4 comments:
So happy to be part of your view of Louisiana life!!!
This sounds like something David would have written. I love it!
Oh man....you're going to get a superdy duper Christmas gift from them this year now that you have them all buttered up! hehe
I better get a blog quick and get at it! :-)
On that Christmas present thing-- NAH!! WE are EQUAL opportunity parents-- not persuaded or bought by any flattery or extra love!!
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