I posted this poetic piece several years ago–written by my brother-in-law Bob Adams.  Very appropriate for the spring Love Bug season, now

Love Bugs

underway.

A Lamentation on Lovebugs

If on the very first plague’s day
Lovebugs had flown Pharaoh’s way,
He would have said, “Israel, You can’t stay!
Pack your bags! Leave right away!”

“All things have their place,” you say;
But I can’t figure out a lovebug’s way.

Flying around end to end,
What kind of lesson do they send?
It is as if they don’t really care
That the whole wide world sees their rears
in the air.

“All things have their place,” you say;
But I can’t figure out a lovebug’s way.

They come in clouds and splat like rain,
On my car’s freshly cleaned window pane;
Impale themselves on its shiny grill,
And some will be there next year still.

“All things have their place,” you say;
But I can’t figure out a lovebug’s way.

And so I wait for fall’s cool air,
When I step outside and they aren’t there.
I’ll whoop and holler and shout with glee,
On the day my world is lovebug free.
Bob Adams
September, 2004

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