I sit here minding my time,
and I feel a tickle under my toe.
Pick up my foot and what do I find?
A little black bug is what I do know.
He crawls under the desk now.
I guess he didn't like the shelter I gave.
But he comes back as does my irritation somehow.
I plan to send him to his early grave.
Scramble to find a firm shoe to hold.
"Move!" to my dog who lay on the rug.
Sorry little guy, you won't live to be old.
For I am to squish you little black BUG.
-Seriously, this bug was playing w/ my dog and my foot...he had to be taken out!!
