When I was just a little girl,
I kept a woodlouse for a while.
He used to curl up in a ball;
it always made me smile.
Just like a little hedgehog,
when danger's lurking near.
But I loved my little woodlouse;
he had no need to fear.
I used to hold him in my palm
and loved to watch him roll.
Just like a mini scaly ball,
that unfurled to take a stroll.
I called my woodlouse "Woody"
It seemed the perfect name.
He stayed with me for hours
and really was quite tame.
But my sister was a clumsy-clod
and stepped on him one day.
So I found myself another
and made sure she kept away!
A contest entry
- Bugs by fly.
450 points, ended February 17, 2007, 11 entries
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The form you have used is really appropriate to the subject. Such a playful write and it made me feel affectionate towards the woodlouse. It seemed like the poet (you?) had quite a close relationship with the woodlouse. But you were quite matter of fact when the woodlouse lost its life! That part is rather funny. The woodlouse's life and death - you covered both. I liked the descriptive detail and the picture. I for one had never seen a woodlouse before!
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Adorable! I loved the humor as well. It is true though; children get very attached to little critters like this. I remember keeping a cacoon as a child and guarding and caring for it, until alas, it hatched and I gave the butterfly freedom out my window. I also had guppies. They multiplied like crazy! When I cleaned the fish tank, I would count the babies to make sure they were all accounted for. One time, one was missing. I found him in a drop of water on the floor!
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ann last week a woodlouse was on his back on my terrace and i turned him over , he curled in a ball as well, till danger passed . excellent. i wish i could commission you every day to write a poem just for me ,, hugs .peter
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this poem could put a smile on any ones face, it was a nice little poem and a great entery, thanks for entering
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Excellent
This was refreshing and different as well. I see these little buggers all the time when I'm spraying yards as well as inside by patio doors and the like. As a kid I too can remember playing with these wonderful creatues. I never named one, but they were fun and interesting to watch. I loved it when they would roll up into a little ball. Sometimes I wished I could do that as well. Your poem has good ryhme and flow. It was a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest. Write On!!! Fly
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Very Cute Poem!!!!!
Your poem was so cute and original. A pleasure to read this morning. Great to read to young children so they are not afraid of bugs!! Thank you for sharing. Take care, Sandy
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So now you keep a partner to curl up with. Nice one Ann.
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awww
how cute! Yah I always loved these guys! They are so cute and tiny! I always had fun with them!!! I have always been the type to protect bugs and other insects.. cuz they aren't trying to hurt us! Good job!!!
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Heh heh heh!
I used to love those little critters, too ~ until one day I was watching one particular favourite crawl across my (hitherto unmade) bed when it suddenly gave birth to what seemed like squillions of tiny babies which spread like a seething plague all over the sheet...I was so appalled I started screaming! My mother was livid and hoovered them all off!
This is a lovely poem ~ a very fitting tribute to one so small and seemingly insignificant (until they give birth!!).
Well written dear friend! It brought back funny memories.
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AWESOME ANN
A poem that combines finesse with fluidity in its flow.I admire the awesome effort this poet has put into this poem about the woodhouse "BUG".
Keep up the great job of enlightening minds my dear friend through poetry.
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haha I like the last stanza... becaue all along the piece you think that she ain't going to change woody but then its like I loved him but he died so I got another... and it rhymes very well too... made me smile good job.
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Thanks for reading and commenting, glad it made you smile.
Ann
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