Thursday, October 31, 2019,
Orange and black are the colors of Halloween, right? Well, one of the protagonists in this post wears those very colors. I warn you, these are less than pleasant photographs. But isn’t Halloween all about being scared? And to make it scarier still, I’ve added a poem that’s sure to bring a groan.
The Monarch and the Mantis
The Monarch, she’s a beauty
An altogether cutie
Happy is the hour
When she lights upon a flower
The Mantis is a mean one
A nasty long and lean one
He’s gruesome and he’s toothsome
He’s altogether Ooh!-some
They both live in the fields
Where both come in for meals
Everyone needs to eat
And we all enjoy a treat
The Monarch she seeks nectar
The Mantis is like Lecter
That Hannibal was a cannibal
And the Mantis is no better
One day the Mantis sees the Lady
But she’s not enough afraidy
The Mantis makes a meal
Of a beauty oh so real
What good was it to be here?
I was all too late to free her
At least I got the pics
As the Mantis got his kicks
If there’s a lesson to be learned
It’s that this poet should be spurned
This poem is just awful
And that should be unlawful
JK
Horace wants to bite you for that.
AND for not saving any monarch for him. Hurrumph!
Horace and I are just two different kinds of poets is all. He’s more Robert Frost to my inner Ogden Nash. As for saving him some Monarch, I was afraid he’d get indigestion. Heck, I didn’t even know Mantises could devour Monarchs. JK.
Ogden Nash, huh?
Well, Horace will live and let live — but he’s not going to save any cicadas for you now. Gloves off.
That’s not fair. Cicadas don’t give anyone heartburn. JK.
Cicadas are a delectable treat. And YOU didn’t save HIM any monarch.
Ah, but Monarchs would probably give my esteemed friend and fellow bard indigestion. Monarchs are known to do that. Much like my poetry. JK.
What a gruesomely great poem!
Good job!
Thank you very much India. And thanks for stopping in. JK.