TITLE: 25th October,2018
By linda simpson
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aged care facilities. After retiring from that
wondered if they could be used as a children's book
to introduce them to 'friends in the garden'
Any comments welcome. Thank you.
WENDELL THE WORM
I’m Wendell the worm – the boss of a firm
That’s always working hard.
Now please don’t squirm when I confirm
That my gang works in your back yard.
We’re all shapes and sizes, some fat and some thin
Happy chewing and wriggling in your compost bin.
How we love lawn clippings, and lots of peels.
Thrown in the bin, they're our gourmet meals.
Earwigs, cockroaches, maggots and flies
Work along side us I tell you no lies.
We chew 24/7 in your dark warm heap
No holidays either - there’s no time to sleep.
This firm's labour intensive, works at low cost.
We take pride turning garbage into compost.
And there’s job satisfaction in heading my firm.
I always get chances to see the worm turn!
MARCUS THE MANTIS
I’m Marcus the Mantis
I like being green
Its fun hiding in shrubs
So I can't be seen
I stay still then pounce
On my next tasty meal.
It's way better than
A Big Mac Meal Deal.
I love bugs and spiders
They are really so yummy.
I chew them up fast
Their legs tickle my tummy.
But mostly I’m known
for my posture of praying.
I know Jesus listens to all that I’m saying.
So if a problem is giving me worry
I pray to the Lord and I’m never sorry.
I’ve just dropped in for a little rest.
A blackbird chased me off her nest,
Just after my lunch of bugs and mites.
They’re tasty, scrumptious, delicious, delights.
By the way pleased to meet you I'm Lady Bird.
Not a lady or bird, the name is quite absurd,
But that’s what I’m called. Oh sorry must fly!
It seems there’s a fire and it looks near by.
There’s a message now on my radar phone.
It's saying “Ladybird ladybird fly away home.”
So I’m off to see if the kids are Ok,
Hope I’ll meet you another day.
'BUG' shoe store owner
Last Monday yelled "Stop!”
“There are too many shoes
On the floor of my shop.”
I wanted a style
That's really quite trendy.
But they all fell off
My legs are too bendy.
I gave up on that
It was hard to choose.
And I felt too clumsy
When I wore shoes.
I try to move fast
As I travel the shrubbery
My legs go so quickly
They look very rubbery.
I twist and then turn
Over leaves, under bark
It's lovely so lovely
At home in the dark.
It's the best place to look
For yummy damp wood
and my favourite old leaves.
Their flavour's real good.
But with my many legs
I can get in a tangle.
And when I get tired
I roll up like a bangle
So keep your eyes open
When you pull up a weed
You might see me
Little Millie Pede.
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