Squish One for Me

1. This should have been posted yesterday. It was written yesterday, inspired by a conversation at work, and would have been particularly inappropriate for Earth Day.

2. Sorry, but nowhere in Blogger's Terms of Use does it say I can't write poetry at you. I checked.

3. This is my hundredth post! W00t!

Insects are not our friends,
They devour us from within!
(In the Northern Hemisphere, they merely bite us.)
Termites munch on our abodey
And the cockroach is just grody,
Living off our filth and our detritus.

Bees make honey, but they sting,
Wasps aren't good for anything,
And pretty butterflies have bugly faces;
Moth babies eat our plants,
We're overrun by ants,
And crabs turn up in SUCH unwelcome places.

Mosquitoes, ticks, and lice
Are anything but nice;
Gnats and houseflies exist solely to annoy us;
So, strike a blow for man!
Squash a critter, if you can;
Or wipe out a cool million, and be joyous!

(Disclaimer: I don't really hate bugs. In fact, I for one welcome our new insect overlords.)