It seems to me
there’s an obvious plot
to get my goat
(which is got a lot).
How else explain
these mortal remains,
matted and framed,
among the day’s banes?
A villainous move,
a deliberate ploy,
to irritate, vex,
to taunt and annoy.
There was nothing to do
but take all apart
and grouse at the bug
who thought he was art.
September 22, 2020 at 10:25 am
In this current environment, it doesn’t take much to vex me, and I don’t like bugs inside regardless of size. Shoo bug, this is Maureen’s territory. 🙂 Happy Tuesday, friend.
September 22, 2020 at 10:33 am
Currently I live in the state of persistent vexedness. The bug was a symbol of the time. Happy Tuesday to you too, Judy!
September 22, 2020 at 11:40 am
LOL!
September 22, 2020 at 11:47 am
For such a little bug, he sure got a big piece of my mind!
September 22, 2020 at 3:19 pm
That bugs me too! (Yeah, pun intended.)
September 22, 2020 at 4:58 pm
I got it, I got it! You snuck up on me with it, though!
September 24, 2020 at 2:45 pm
How did he get in there, I wonder? I remember once having a bug stuck under a computer screen at work. It was just like a spurious comma and often sadly perplexed me in trying to remove it.
September 24, 2020 at 9:10 pm
A spurious comma??!! LOL, as the young folks say, but sympathetically, of course. I don’t know how bugs do this, but they do have a gift for getting in and not getting back out.