04-19-2016, 09:52 PM
Bugs
A quick wit was my cousin Bugs
but never really left his mind,
while me as slow as summer slugs
would rise with robins just to find
a shell to cower from the thugs—
the pigs—they’re everywhere it seems,
one couched in straw, and yet another
swiftly raising wooden beams
before their wise and older brother
mixes mortar, bakes bricks, and schemes
to soon blow off the snorts and shrugs
and finally sleep as sound as Bugs.
A quick wit was my cousin Bugs
but never really left his mind,
while me as slow as summer slugs
would rise with robins just to find
a shell to cower from the thugs—
the pigs—they’re everywhere it seems,
one couched in straw, and yet another
swiftly raising wooden beams
before their wise and older brother
mixes mortar, bakes bricks, and schemes
to soon blow off the snorts and shrugs
and finally sleep as sound as Bugs.