Wasps, Cats, And Caravans - Poem by David Mitchell
What is the purpose of wasps, cats, and caravans?
The world would be so much happier
Without wasps, cats, caravans,
Unless you were a wasp of course,
Or a caravan, or a cat.
Why do people use caravans anyway?
What fun to be stuck behind one for seventy miles.
Wasps are pointless, though, aren’t they?
Bees pollinate plants. They’re quite pretty—
Wasps, that is. People like cats.
I don’t mind them particularly but—
Oh well, never mind. Every creeping thing
That creepeth upon the earth. Insects
Are a nuisance. Why is he afraid of spiders?
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