Ima Ryma


Bombadier Beetle - Poem by Ima Ryma

A bombadier beetle I be,
Named for a handy bomb I make.
When a predator hits on me,
I do bomb for my safety sake.
Hydrogen and sulfur I store
In separate gland compartments.
When a predator seeks to score,
A combo mixture I commence.
I am no chemist, I confess,
But I can make the bomb real fast,
Hydrosulfuric acid - yes!
The predator soon is aghast.

Predator's mouth - I am the prey.
I do my thing and bombs away!

Topic(s) of this poem: animals


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 20, 2016


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