Tina O'Rourke

Watching A Centipede Die - Poem by Tina O'Rourke

Trashing, it scrambled along the shiny surface of the metal sink.
Millions of legs running,
Antenna stretched searching for sanctuary.
Frozen, I watched it sink, one bit of its hinged body at a time.
Loosing, it drown in a swirl of liquid bubbles.
The only problem it was still there and I hate bugs.

Comments about Watching A Centipede Die by Tina O'Rourke

  • (9/23/2005 2:47:00 AM)

    Tina, there's only one suitable reply to yours, mine: Cheers, Jerry


    With all those legs legs,
    one would suspect you'd
    travel as high speed?
    But observing your ridiculous
    gait, they just impede you.
    Silly millipede.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 21, 2005

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