Bug On The Windshield

Is randomness a virtue? No? Didn't think so.

I looked at the windshield and what did I see,

But an unlucky bug, so squished was he.

It made me grimace with disgust,

But then I thought that it was unjust!

That poor little bug, strewn across the shielding,

Was just flying along in the wind unyielding,

When SMACK he flew straight at our car,

Now he rides with us wherever there's tar.

I feel sad for that little dead bug,

Not sad enough that I'd give him a hug,

For I am not one who would hug a bug,

Not even if my car had killed said bug.

Author's Note

Wow...this is even more insane than my Space Pioneer poem O_O. I had seen a bug on the windshield and decided to write a funny, if not somewhat sadistic, poem about it. xD I know it doesn't make any sense! Friggin' bite me >C

Reviews

[courtridicule]

;) how peculiar...very strange and pure.