A Cricket
there is a cricket in my room
right in the middle of the floor
don’t know how it got here
must have crawled under the door
a big ole cricket with spindly legs
it doesn’t chirp, it’s not that kind
and with the music that I play
it doesn’t seem to mind
my motto is live and let live and
when I’m close it doesn’t flee
and its motto is if I don’t move
maybe he just won’t notice me
if it had me worried
I’d toss it out on its ear
but it doesn’t have one
besides I’ve nothing to fear
and really its life is short
so why not some comfort
from the cold outside
where it’s days be numbered
it’s not much of a pet
it doesn’t know any tricks
it’s really kinda boring
just walks around and sits.
so I thought I’d get some fish
to put in an aquarium tank
drop in some colored gravel
and fill it with plastic plants
not much of a life I know
but better than being alone
as for the cricket and I
we just call it home
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Author:
James Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 19th, 2021 00:39
- Comment from author about the poem: I do have a big ole cricket in my room. The inspiration for this poem.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Nice story poem very well told. A credit to your skill and art.
Thanks, it was a fun write.
An enjoyable read. Thank you.
Glad you enjoyed it.
Great rhyming, which is hard to do, a cricket and fish will get you through.
Sometimes things just fall into place.
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