A dragonfly landed upon my skin
Its wings were gossamer, shimmering
Its legs were soft as woven silk
Its body the color of sweetened milk
A beetle landed on my arm
it woudn't go away
it wasn't doing any harm
so I thought I'd let it stay.
But it bit my arm quite badly
and the mark was so distinct
that I have to tell you sadly
that the beetle's now extinct.
- Authors: Ethan Some Cookies, Michael Edwards
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- Finished: September 1st, 2017 12:00
- Limit: 12 stanzas
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Comments1
I really liked this! "The beetle is now extinct made"me laugh haha
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