A Little Bug-y

The theme for this Poetry Monday is BUGS.
Ewwww...
I'm afraid I've done a bit of cheating today, owing to the fact that I spent a large slice of last week visiting doctors so they can hem and haw over my torn retina.
So, a little poem of mine,
Then my favourite 'Bug' poem.
Me and my one good eye thank you for reading...and listening!

It pro-bab-ly won't come to you as much of a surprise,I don't like bugs, don't care their colours or their many eyes,That is one reason Canada's the place that I call home,The bugs are less and smaller here and less inclined to roam,I do not find them in the cupboards, or upon my bed,Don't find them crawling on the ceiling, don't take show'rs with dread.My Son in Law is similar for his aversion, too,When we were all on holiday, he caused a ballyhoo,When his small daughter was affrighted by a centipede,Whose many legs and six-inch length crossed the floor with speed.Grabbing up a garbage pail, he beat that bug full sore,T’was certain that it’d never threaten hisgirl anymore.But I heard every ‘thump’ and must admit, it caused me glee,Good thing he lives in Canada. With small bugs…just like me!

P.S. Don't ever threaten one of his kids...
Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,With poetry, we all besoughtTo try to make the week beginWith pleasant thoughts,Perhaps a grin?So all of us, together, weHave crafted poems for you to see.And now you’ve read what we have wrought . . .Did we help?Or did we not?
Ready for more?JennyCharlotteMimi
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