Funny poems

THE CATERPILLAR ATE IN STYLE

The caterpillar ate in style
And liked to flash aitscabbage-smile
On noting absent pesticides ,
That would have messed up its' insides.

'Organic's best!' it would exclaim,
'I much prefer that healthy game -
If only all the farmer's fields
Weren't farmed to maximise their yields!'

'My children then would feel quite free
To multiply prodigiously,
And I would spend the sunny days
Chewing through a cabbage daze.'

Of course our bug was not to know
That Mr.Farmer (not THAT slow)
Had found a little Fly that viewed
Our bug's soft flesh as gourmet food.

With shrieks our caterpillar saw
That Fly upon its leafy floor,
And with a yell it ceased to be:
Our fly ate it complete-er-ly.





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