The First Popsicle Bug Poem by Richard D Remler

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The First Popsicle Bug,
A long, long time ago,
Was born deep inside
An early Christmas snow,
Where Ice Cream Candles
Were shimmering bright
In a luster of pearl
That lit up the night.

And it wasn't big.
Good heaven's,No!
It was but a freckle
In the falling snow.
It was smaller than
The smallest seed,
Than a Fairewook's tear,
Than a Tika Bead.
It was smaller than
A Willitt's wink,
Smaller than
A missing link,
And smaller than
The kitchen sink...
But, oh
How it could grow,
And grow...

Aye, it grew,
And it grew,
And it grew.
It grew quick
As a new Kazoo!
There were happy ears,
And fingers,
Toes!
It even had
A happy nose.

It grew like a
Sparkle in the sky.
It grew quicker
Than a when, and why.
It grew clever wings
The shade of hi,
That whisered
Every gentle sigh.

And oh,
How bright
Our morning rose.
For she was
Wearing
All her
Christmas clothes,
With that dust
Of Winter
On the trees
That danced
Gently
In our Christmas
Breeze,
Tossing wreath's
Of stardust
In their softest hug
To greet our first
Popsicle Bug.



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