The Lady of Lake Olmstead - 11 June 2001 - by MrM

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Today I saw a lady bug
With eighteen spots
Walking on the picnic table
Looking pretty hot

She let me watch her walking,
But she would not walk on me.
She listened to me talking
But refused to let me see

Her legs. Hidden as they were
Folded up beneath her body,
She looked like a crazy Volkwagon
Owned by some kind of psychotic
Crazy fun-loving hippie
Hooked on speed.

After resting motionless on the table
For what seemed to be two hours
She decided that a walk
Would be the perfect thing,

As the mandarin sun hovered
Above the haze of the horizon,
And the rippled lake reflected light
Which filtered through the trees.

So she carefully extended
One short black thin appendage;
Then another stretched out nimbly,
And then three.

And when the number out was six
She got back to her walking,
Then suddenly kicked up her heels,
(well she would have had she had them)
And flew away on fragile, thin, clear wings.

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