CRICKET'S REVENGE
I saw a cricket this morning
But noe that cricket is dead
He did not die a natural death
He died 'cause I stepped on his head
Now I'm very sorry that I did it
'Cause his kinfolk have come in a hoard
They chirp from sundown to sunup
And they're driving me out of my guord
When these critters complete their vendetta
Supposing I've had enough pain
I resolve to never be foolish enough
To step on a cricket again.
by Claud C. Kluge
Reason for writing:
Probably inspired by the chirping of a cricket on a night
I was lying awake with a guilty conscience.
Birth sign: Not entered
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