Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE IRATE BEE, by IDA L. PADELFORD First Line: Devilish squirmy spider Last Line: And push my way clean through. Subject(s): Bees; Insects; Spiders; Beekeeping; Bugs | ||||||||
Devilish squirmy spider, Whose traffic cop are you? Draw in your arms, old miser And let my wagon through. Once in your labyrinth of threads I could not wend my way, You'd joy to add me to your dead Laid on a striky ray But let me by, ole pudgey face Or I will sting you too And break up all your dainty lace And push my way clean through. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXHAUSTED BUG; FOR MY FATHER by ROBERT BLY PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BEETLE LIGHT; FOR DANIEL HILLEN by MADELINE DEFREES CLEMATIS MONTANA by MADELINE DEFREES THOMAS MERTON AND THE WINTER MARSH by NORMAN DUBIE PERFECT PATTERN by IDA L. PADELFORD |
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