So many bugs

Today I ran down to breakfast
Poured cold milk on it all
Crunched all but one mouthful
Found a bug in my bowl

Next I ran up to dress
Lots of tartan and bows
And when I pulled on my shoes
Squished two bugs with my toes.

Then I picked up my books
And my favourite pens
When I picked them all up
Three bugs stuck on the ends

So on to the bathroom
To brush my teeth
Checked my brush and the cup
More bugs smeared underneath.

My hair was a nightmare
That had to be brushed
Only after I finished
Found bits of bugs that were crushed.

So I chased down my brother
And I pinned him down well
“Where are the rest of the bugs?
You simply MUST tell.”

“Well, there’s some in the toaster.
I got some on the cat.
There were some in the coffee,
But Dad drank all of that.

“I put nine on your pillow.
In the car, I put heaps.”
And then from the driveway
Came screaming and beeps.

Our Mum really hates bugs.
But I swore not to tell
Now my brother’s my slave
And he’s serving me well.

//ends

>> month of poetry 2012