"I'm a horsefly,
I'm about to die,
This man is about to swat me,
And I don't know why,
Should I fly in his eye?
Give him a sty,
make it cloudy like the sky...
This bee,
He's my ally,
He will never flee,
He sees what I see,
Our vision is similar,
To the exceeding degree,
I'm the bee,
So I sit here on this tree,
Gathering my new army,
We will set this horsefly free...
And I'm an ant,
Don't say we can't,
We will help this fly,
Don't make me rant,
I lift cars to your ratio,
I'm the strongest insect,
It's not a matter of yes or no...
I'm the strongest link of this chain,
My webs so strong,
Itself it inflicts pain,
I'm a spider,
I'm the outsider,
The food provider,
This fly is food for me,
But I'm going to help it,
Just not for free...
Here we stand,
A bug army,
Plan to distract this man,
Free this fly,
So we all charge,
Right at his face,
He doesn't know where we came from,
Or we where are at,
But the second he saw us,
SPLAT"
Investigator Says:
I'll admit this is cute,
For a five year old,
It deserves a salute,
Okay but first let me say,
What were you thinking that day.
A bug army!, Are you special?
I don't think you are okay,
Second there is no meaning,
And to get views on this poem,
Makes it very demeaning,
The poem in whole is bad,
A sorry attempt to be keening,
You blew the chance you had,
I thought of intervening,
But I like to see you write,
And then fall short, Alright?
So don't blame me for this poem,
This poem, It's sweet as a fruit,
And yes, It is very cute....
I Say:
It was supposed to be different,
Something I usually wouldn't submit,
So you can just be quiet and quit,
The bugs are an easy way to communicate,
And have fun with it at the same time,
And see what I could possibly create,
Apparently it worked out for me,
Look at my views, rating, and comments,
And you'll see why I am content...
