Aphid pro quo
The day I wiped out the
aphid population
My fingers stained an orangish shade of guilty
The Ladybug jury deliberated
Into the evening
An iron clad case the aphid
Attorney had built
But come the verdict when
The Morning Glories opened
The jury was swayed
It was the Glories the aphid
were eating.
The Ladybug foreman stood,
"Not guilty. You are free to
go and crush aphids."
No comments:
Post a Comment