From One To Twelve

A poem for The Writers Cramp on 4/30/08 about an annoying bug.

The Writer's Cramp: Prompt 4/30/08

From One To Twelve

I see it there- it's small, but I'm not blind.
As I rise, it flies from the TV screen.
To murder living things is most unkind,
And the pulverized bug goop is unclean.

I sink back down onto the soft cushion,
Which prompts it to sit back on Clooney's face
It causes quite a lot of distraction,
And now I can't help but begin the chase.

I dart at it, sprinting with super speed,
And crash into the heavy appliance.
I am in pain but refuse to concede,
Or surrender in averse compliance.

I take off one K-Swiss and start running,
My eyes constantly focused on the pest.
I swing and I blunder; it is stunning,
How easily I have become obsessed.

There's a dent in the wall from the impact,
But my mind isn't on any repairs.
As long as the living room is intact,
I'll choose to deal with my current affairs.

I open the hatch to let it outside,
And after a few hours it takes the hint.
With a huge amount of relief I sighed;
Of course, twelve more came inside- stupid bint!