A Freak Out Shout!

The cat was here and there. Yeah, I ate a bug at my lair. Then I saw another and was ready to eat when I heard a sound that was not so sweet. A shriek over a bug. You'd think it was a murderous thug.

It's a bug.
It may bite me.
Look at that slug.
Run away. Flee!

Is a bug really something to fear?
Are humans that crazy?
To my rhyming rear,
That answer isn't hazy.

Yes they are.
Every which way.
Near and far,
As they have their say.

Now if it were a wood tick,
Who can give you disease.
Those I'd want to beat with a brick.
Maybe even a horde of fleas.

Bed bugs as well.
Termites aren't great.
But what the hell,
To some ant at the plate?

A cancer scare.
Now there is fear.
Fire all around your lair,
Shout and don't cheer.

A chopped off limb,
That would suck.
But you wouldn't be dim,
If you shouted, "oh fluck!"

Well maybe you would,
If you don't get my drift.
I change the swear in my hood,
For those not so swift.

A gun to your head.
A terrorist nut.
Both are something to dread,
At any old hut.

But a bug on the floor?
Pfffft says the cat.
No need to roar,
Just squash it flat.

Did the cat wake any up today? Are you scared of bugs at your bay? Don't you think cancer, fires, guns to the head and a chopped off limb is worse? Why should bugs make any curse? Pfffft is how I will end my sass. No bug will bug my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.