Let There Be... Caterpillars

Husky, befouled clouds didst draw nigh,

Liknen beggars to a King’s delight,

Wouldst soon be the uniform pour,

Nothing of strangeness, ‘twill be as before;

 

Some hours expired into the past,

A wrung sprinkle lived to houd vast;

Curiouser I, stepped out of my door,

Knuckles to hip, I stood head up to Thor!

 

‘Tis when came ‘deed,

A clap of drumfire frenzy!

“ No harm! No harm!”, I says in a sprawl,

Yet there poured neither flood nor fall!

 

Then a pinch I did feel on myne arm,

Whence drops of dribble ventured on;

‘Twas a mere itch, only an itch!

Chafed, I didst, to find a glitch!

 

Shriveled as I hath e’er been,

My skin, nought a drop of water to be seen!

On a much closer inspection,

A furry scum lay squished and flatten!

 

Dumbfounded I, needy of a spine,

Torrents of jitters catapulted to mind!

For now my entire being felt an invasion,

Of caterpillars! CATERPILLARS!

 

A SQUIRMING PERVASION!

 

I yowled the laud of a craven!

Scattered back into my haven!

Swooped into a hot-water filled tub,

Bit my tongue, I didst! Fermented e’ry grub!

 

To my window, lurched in agony,

Cheery yet bloody,

I shimmied in dismay;

For my curtains bore a profane soiree;

 

E’ry viperous colour,

Lollygagging in hairy armours,

Plummeting to the earth,

Critters of rakish birth!

 

Crawling ‘bout my abode,

Them hellions played by code;

And I, driven to derailment,

Fetched a full cannikin of ultimatum;

 

As I set aflame all that I owned,

E’ry penny and dollar I owed,

I crumpled and glowed and indulged,

An imagery of mire divulges;

 

An elated grin interlaced,

Tangs of burnt muck whisked my face;

Boils begun smelting my being,

Yet my soul remained cackling!

 

I then met myne self in a juncture,

Bound to a smoldered iron chair,

Covering me, bright hairy critters trailed!

I awoke! Unhinged and no longer derailed!

 

My spirit curdled;

I bellowed but nought a sound cracked!

“ ‘Tis a dream! A mere dream!’

I thought, t’was only a day’s dream!

 

“ Nien, Monsieur.”, a critter spake!

With teeth, fine and opaque!

Leaving me aghast, it bit into my breast,

The pain was more than I couldst e’er bear-

 

But a pity, for my time hath digressed!

 

 

-Leah

Author's Note

I abhor caterpillars very much.

Reviews

[Jeremy Baker]

Very interesting, and an original concept. Your abhorrence of catepillars was well explored and expressed. Very enjoyable to read!