Hexapoda
I want to be rich andfamous, so I’m starting a rock and roll band…
If the Beatles andCrickets can do it, why can’t other bugs, tour the land…
I got me an eight armspider providing guitar licks….
While Phasmatobaplays the skins, he has his very own sticks….
A caterpillar onpiano, crawling up and down the keys…
Ole’ grasshopper blowingslid trombone, doing so with ease….
The bee buzzed thetrumpet, our weevil added bass…
While Cicada sang the vocals, with a contorted face….
We hit the stage; twosteppers cut the rug to our unusualsound…
Yes, we will make it,up the charts we are bound…
But crowd was gettingunruly- thunderous stomping feet…
Still we edged themon, with our pounding beat….
In came theauthorities, with orders to subside…
Get it under control;we are prepared to spray insecticide…
So we sang out aslower piece, which would be tonight’s finale…
Catch shortly us onthe flip side, for we are going vinyl….
Ronald J. Curell
Nov. 2014
