Please, imagine now,
if you can.
A cheery centipede,
with a frying pan.
Cooking happily,
for insect feasts.
Preparing meals,
for mini beasts.
Imagine the pan,
imagine the meal.
A cooking bug?
Trust me, it’s real!
A tiny kitchen,
in the grass.
Smell the cooking,
as you pass.
This tiny chef,
this centipede.
Cooking all day,
mini beasts to feed.
But who will help?
Must it work alone?
Must it cook those meals
on its own?
This bug, you see,
needs a hand.
From a helper,
for a feast that’s grand.
Perhaps a greenfly,
or an earwig.
But I’m afraid not you,
as you’re too big!
The kitchen really,
is far too small.
To fit a person,
we’re much too tall!
But should you know,
a helpful mini beast.
Maybe they could help,
prepare the feast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love these children's poems of yours! You actually made a centipede seem cute! A+ for that alone! Lol.