Imagine a church where just insects go to praise God. A Praying Mantis, a large predatory insect, makes her first (and probably last) visit to this 'insect church'. …….
Ms. Mantis takes a seat upon a high-backed bench.
Close to her are butterflies, beetles, flies, and BUGS.
A grasshopper eyes the mantis's menacing front legs.
The preacher says: 'Give your church-neighbors HUGS.'
The mantis's 'hug' becomes a death trap for a fly on its right.
The poor fly soon becomes the mantis's Sunday MEAL.
The 'Lucky Ones' flee, their wings or legs churning.
Ms. Mantis will need to find another church, I do FEEL.
(January …21st …2021)
Hey hey i have poems on the praying mantises but yours is real cool and funtastic humour just as we expect from the king of poetic humour and limericks. Kudos for this fun one.
This is really beautiful to laugh and get out of bed....your poetry took me to world of imagery do beautiful. Im imagining this mantis and its prey... fantabulous humor.
Gee, readers, I hardly recall this poem at all. And....I certainly don't recall it being written so recently! ! ! ! Not one of my best, but it witll do in a pinch. : )
As long as mantis keeps filling the coffers, I'm sure she/he will be welcome. What is the loss of a few pesky parishioners!
Ah you don't have a star button or i had rate it 5 shining stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Would there be cockroaches too or are they non-believers? Imaginative poem!