Costa The Dung Beetle
Little Costa, a dung beetle,
Stood by his mummy’s side.
He watched his daddy working,
And his eyes grew very wide.
Costa asked his mummy,
“Is that what beetles do?”
“Yes” relied his mummy,
“We gather up goat’s poo.”
“Soon you can help your daddy
In the work he loves.”
“Oh please” said little Costa
“Can I have some gloves?”
Milo The Millipede
Milo the millipede
Is not out to play,
As putting his shoes on,
Has taken all day.
Now that he’s finished
With laces all tight,
He looks out the window,
And sees that it’s night.
Then comes the part
That millipedes dread,
Taking off shoes
Before going to bed.
A Mantis Family Meal
A baby praying mantis was feeling very sad.
So she asked her mother,
“Why don’t I have a dad?”
Her mummy said she should be glad,
She’d not been born a male.
The passing of her daddy,
Was quite a sorry tale.
The female praying mantis,
Needs to eat her mate,
So with a good Chianti
She’d had father on a plate.
Cosmos The Cicada
Cosmos the cicada
Held tightly to his tree,
As he bitterly regretted
His evening on Raki.
It had been quite a party,
A session with the boys,
Totally forgetting
That his job was making noise.
So here he was; his body
Vibrating like a drum,
Whilst he felt very sickly,
All his brain cells numb.
There’s got to be a better job,
Cosmos started thinking,
But until one comes along,
He swore he’d give up drinking.
Andreas The Locust
A locust called Andreas,
Ate every plant he spied.
To him it didn’t matter
How very hard you’d tried.
To raise it from a seedling
And water it with care,
Andreas saw it as a meal
Whilst spotting from the air.
Like a vintage biplane
He’d fly towards his goal,
Where you’d had your lovely plant
Andreas leaves a hole.
Dimitri The Snail
Dimitri is a snail,
Who does not fear attack.
When he crawls around the garden
With his home upon on his back.
If he senses danger
And thinks he needs to hide,
Pulling down his tentacles
He quickly goes inside.
Like a new age traveller,
Full of vegan zeal,
No one’s ever told him
Escargots are a meal.
Hermes The Earthworm
Hermes the earthworm
For those in the know,
Has made a small fortune
With his burlesque show.
He’s off to the nightclub,
Costume in bag,
Piles on the make-up
And slips into drag.
She’s then Aphrodite,
A stunning goddess,
A break from the compost
And burrowing mess.
The switching of gender
He/She takes as a right,
Perfectly natural
They’re Hermaphrodite.