Fake Ladybug Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A ladybug, so bright and bold,
Red, orange, stories to be told.
But wait, a trick the eye can play,
A fake one came along to stay.

Like real ones, dots upon its back,
But look behind, a telltale track.
A black 'M' or a 'W' so clear,
This beetle whispers, 'Danger's here.'

They gather in the autumn chill,
Not gentle guests upon the sill.
Inside they creep, a crowded sight,
To steal your warmth throughout the night.

Unlike the ladybugs we love,
A different nature from above.
They nip and bite, a tiny sting,
If thirsty, or feel like a
threatened thing..

A smelly squirt, a yellow stain,
A nasty secret to explain.
So watch them close, these sneaky bugs,
Not all are gentle, loving hugs.