I woke at dawn, <br />mischief in mind. <br />Some dragonflies, <br />I had to find. <br /> <br />My sister’s lunch, <br />would be a treat. <br />A sandwich full, <br />of dragonflies sweet. <br /> <br />Those flying bugs, <br />I’d catch a dozen. <br />Maybe fry or bake, <br />I’d use the oven. <br /> <br />Or squish them up, <br />maybe make a jam. <br />I’d use the masher, <br />pinch it off my mam. <br /> <br />I’d stick those bugs, <br />onto toasted bread. <br />I’d use the wings, <br />feet, legs and head. <br /> <br />I’d serve it warm, <br />with beetle sauce. <br />I’ll watch her crunch it, <br />while I chuckle, of course! <br /> <br />Why would I do this? <br />I hear you say. <br />Revenge for tadpole soup, <br />she served me yesterday!<br /><br />Jojoba Mansell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dragonfly-sandwich-a-poem-for-children/
