Bug kisses

I woke up with a bug in my bed,

I didn’t get scared, I kissed it instead.

This rat-sized insect recoiled in horror,

Like an ugly skeleton-filled closet explorer.

Looked at me with disgust on its face,

Skittered around on the pillow with grace.

Accusing me with its compound eyes,

Reveals its wings and away it flies!

Being slobbered on is not entertaining,

By a giant in particular, it must feel like it’s raining.

And an ugly one to boot, wholly out of luck,

Disgusted little bug, it is, enveloped in muck.

Repulsion-fueled wings take it far away outside,

Where it rests and can’t believe. “I just almost died.”

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