The Beetle Poem by Charles M Moore
The Beetle
A cocky little crawler is the beetle on parade
his hardened shell dwells down upon his creepy little legs
and varnish smooth his body moves between the rocks and gnomes
he trundles over twigs and grass but skates on paving stones
then I really envy him, 'But why'? , I hear you say
for when his troubles get to much, he simply flys away.
Yes to fly aware when danger appears. A buggy little write, but so cute. Patricia
Hey that a cute one Charles. I love poems about insects they are such interesting characters. I wrote on called 'The Proposal' all about insects if you fancy a read, it's a fun one. Loved reading this. Thanks Love Ernestine XXX
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I would like to translate this poem
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I still love watching bugs n' spiders! Cute write, Charlie. Esther : ]