Yeah, I'm the Bacon to your fancy Cart
And I'm the cute sand to your powered sea
If you're a circle, I'm a fickle heart
When you should laugh and none should dance with me
If you're a sturdy essay, filled with fact
Then I'm a little notebook fat with truth
And if your cells are every one intact
Then I am but a little baby's tooth
However, though I'm naught but pest to you
I am adored by many pretty things
For light can hold me, carry me through dew
And as you sit I soar and laugh and sing
But maybe, maybe, if you'd like to try...
...Then maybe I could help you learn to fly
Author notes
The Ladybug. #5 in the sonnet series, how exciting!
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