What is this?
And what is it doing on
It is sitting there—
And if it is sitting,
what are these strange letters?
Those aren’t letters, or maybe
they are, let me see—
They are letters there, it
has been biting them into the wood.
Well, I didn’t know bugs wrote,
I wonder what he’s saying—is that
an ‘M’, then that’s ‘M-O’…
“More of thee!” the cheeky thing!
And now where has it gone since
we’ve been here deciphering its
Look! It’s writing more, it must
burrow beneath the wood, I see an ‘M’,
yes, another ‘O’, that says…
“More often we’re evil!”
No! “Weevil”! It must be a weevil!
Weevils don’t write like this one does…
or burrow. He must be warning us
to not be evil!
It’s giving us odds to bet on is what it’s doing…
Thanks for checking out my poem.
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