Eating A Bug - Poem by Donald Yates
One day I ate a bug
I really didn't mean to,
I opened my mouth to speak
and into it he flew.
Across my tongue down my throat
on into my tummy,
eating a bug can make you feel
somewhat like a dummy.
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