Woodlice
They colonise the compost heap,
they thrive in flowerpots,
they're everywhere you turn a stone,
in all the shady spots.
They're terribly successful,
they skulk around in hosts,
they love all places where it's damp,
they live in rotting posts.
Like tiny armadillos
they roll into a ball,
or else invade your very home
and die there in the hall.
cjkrieger
Very cute & poetic!
Very cute & poetic!
Susan P. Bagley
Ha ha, very clever poem so very true.
Ha ha, very clever poem so very true.
Sandra Martyres
A nice piece on woodlice....
A nice piece on woodlice....
tom balch
A lovelt tribute to the woodlice, Paul, great rhyme and flow.
A lovelt tribute to the woodlice, Paul, great rhyme and flow.
Fay Slimm
Ha ha - - we have their cousins living right here - - sweet little creatures though - - they love our greenhouse.
Ha ha - - we have their cousins living right here - - sweet little creatures though - - they love our greenhouse.
ju
:-( pill millipedes. my little girl, years back, went round trying to roll t'other sort up. thought they just needed to learn how. she was distraught after. & my boy-child, aged 9 months, picked one right up off the floor & ate it. poor little critters. i've always been quite fond of 'em, too. just read this to my two. enjoyed, thank you.
:-( pill millipedes. my little girl, years back, went round trying to roll t'other sort up. thought they just needed to learn how. she was distraught after. & my boy-child, aged 9 months, picked one right up off the floor & ate it. poor little critters. i've always been quite fond of 'em, too. just read this to my two. enjoyed, thank you.
A tribute to the beloved "Roly-polies"!!! I adored them as a child for that delightful way they readily rolled into pepper balls. Nor did I know all you presented here about them. This is too wonderful. I love it. Excellent imagery and rhyming. A delight.