Gingerly, the gnat , sat
grieving over the death of his grandfather.
The gnat always had good fortune
But it seemed lately his luck was gone
It happened on a grapefruit
Cut in half and shimmering like a gem
The gnats grandfather sat too long
A fly swatter ended his life
Only grazing the side of the grandfather gnat
He was grounded in the grapefruit and
Died of drowning, gorging himself with his last breath
The little gnat grimaced at the thought
Now, he thought to himself as he took flight
Globes of grapes in his sight
Ah grandfather was greedy
I am going to grip to the grapes.
Wysteria
Poor gnat - I wonder if it was worth it! Love your writing!
ReplyDeleteGlad he learned a lesson from his grandfather.
ReplyDeleteSad day for the gnat, I just hope the swatter didn't spot him
ReplyDeleteAww! Poor little gnat! Lots of wonderful g's in this poem. Very cute!
ReplyDeleteGreat G poem...gnats are a pain in my butt! We have lots of them....
ReplyDeleteI almost feel guilty for laughing so hard at this! What a fabulous poem *L*
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you doing word challenge,
ReplyDeleteawesome take.
Thanks everyone for stopping by! I tried to leave a note on each of your blogs.
ReplyDeleteWysteria
You seem to write so effortlessly! Your post is very "gnatty!"
ReplyDeletePoor Gnat and his grandfather! If it was me, I'd forfeit the grapefruit to the gnats. I wouldn't want to eat anything they've touched, let alone squish one further into my grapefruit.
ReplyDeleteThis was incredible!
ReplyDeleteAn ode to a gnat!
What great visualization you shared with us here. And such a laugh.
Thanks for a spectacular link to Alphabe-Thursday's letter "G".
This was GGGGGGGRRRRReatttt!
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