Eustace

My name Was Eustace Ear wig
No I have no ears
I have never found them
So cant hear a lot my dears
i wiggle quite a bit I know
Thats why they call me wig
Its not because I have no hair
Its because I like to jig
Or dance about the dahlias
They are my favourite flower
Especially the little seedlings
Consumption gives me power

I was, out in a garden
Of one human Deana Toon
She is a lovely creature
Listening to her croon
I think she was part humming
But anyway for me
I was full of butterflies
Close to her,actually

She had the sweetest perfume on
The scent of many flowers
i felt I wanted to just edge closer
And stay around for hours
Just as I crawled up closer
I think she noticed me
Could it have been my wiggle
But she brushed me off you see

I clutched, at her leg I did
To stop me falling down
On that frosty ground today
And then she went to town
Shouted she had been bitten
But Teeth are not my style
I don’t have any venom
But she does light my pile

Her hands are very delicate
She dead heads very well
I am very very sorry
Our encounter gave her hell
i really wanted to say to her
In my charming insect way
That she was very attractive
And instead I spoiled her day

Sorry