A bug named Milo
Long ago
Tried to write a
Rhyming poem.
He could not find
A word at all
That rhymed in place.
So he set out upon
A long, long journey
Over land and over puddle.
Though he searched and searched
For rhyming words,
He could not find a one.
He met a man
Whose name was Ralph.
Ralph's eyes were deep, deep
green,
He looked so very evil.
Little Milo asked him there,
"Oh please, good sir,
I mean no harm.
Could you tell me
Please, oh please,
A rhyming word or two?"
Ralph's reply was oh so harsh.
He tried to bite
Poor Milo on the head.
Milo quickly jumped aside
And ran into the forest.
A day passed before poor Milo
Found his way back home.
Milo finally made a poem.
He found a rhyming word or two
And became a famous poet.
This is what he wrote:
A Poem
by
Milo the Bug
A
rhyme may fit into your thought
Although
for me, it did not.
I
finally found a word or two,
There
were several when I was through.
I
made a poem, oh yes, I did.
They
thought I was crazy in the head.
But
when I lay buried beneath the earth,
My
poems will be of great worth.
