Once, a cricket
Hopped along
Stopped beside me
To chirp his song
He chirped and chirped
While I sat and read
So I stomped on him
And killed him, dead
DISCLAIMER
Now, I'm not always
A mean old jerk
But that freaking cricket
Drove me, berserk
BOEMS BY JA 31
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