I DON'T DREAM AT NIGHT, I DREAM ALL DAY; I DREAM FOR A LIVING." -Steven Spielberg

Saturday, May 30, 2015

A Caterpillars Poem

We went camping and had a little fun with a caterpillar. This poem was written for my friend Rachel in the video and is the caterpillars point of view.



I am a caterpillar, I was found on the ground.
I am light brown and scrunchy, and I make not a sound.
I joined a few humans in their tent for some fun
I pooped on their blanked, cause why not?! it's just dung?
Who knew it was bad manners to relieve myself that way
I'm a bug! The world is my potty, everywhere's ok
The humans laughed hysterically, trying not to wake their friend
I don't know what's so funny, what came from my end
I watched as they tried, to clean up my waste
But my poopoo went a flyin, all over the place
So in the end, the crisis was averted
Then this sweet poem was written, because I had 'shirted'

Love,
The Caterpillar




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