You have to be in the midwest to get this poem. Enjoy!
*Ode to the Cicada*
Cicadas are rampant here in Chicago
In the trees, on the ground, everywhere you go
They buzz and they hum
They fly to and fro
They fly into your windshield
When they fly too low
Cicadas gut stain on your windshield
Is really quite a pain
When you turn on your wipers
And only make a bigger stain
They are dying by the thousands
Literally lining the street
But ants are having a blast
With all the fresh bug meat
Cardinals and robins
Snatch them from the air
And take them to their chicks
Oh what delectable fare!
But there is something worse
Oh it is true, it is true!
Its having cicada gut stuck
In the bottom of your shoe
--Michael Smith
Ode to the Cicada - A Pulitzer poem!?
Great poem. I like your rhyme scheme and meter.
Thank you for sharing it. :-)
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