I try to be inclusive with bugs that visit me.
I don’t mind an occasional stink bug hanging around,
Or even more daringly, sitting on my shoulder.
And if you don’t kill these odd shaped bugs; they don’t stink.
I don’t mind a capricious lady bug that suddenly flutters her wings,
As if that adorable lady insect is flirting with me.
But I hate those annoying, meddlesome gnats,
Who made it forbidden for me to have flowers and plants.
Like Beezlebub’s flies, they annoy the hell out of me.
And if I were the Ruler of time and space,
I’d damn sure have no space for them.
Bob Boyd
