Man Eating Bugs


Man-eating bugs were all around.

The largest bug eating predator to be found.


This was real, not a dream,

And not at all what it seemed.


I didn't wake up, in a cold sweat.

I sat down for breakfast, my appetite to whet. 


In my bowl of Total Raisin Bran,

Little black bugs, floating with abandon.


I checked them out, and they were quite dead.

So I ate them with the cereal, and a bit of dread.


I can see all across the land,

Man eating bugs without knowing, off hand.


And if you think, that this is not true.

Your next bowl of Total Raisin Bran has a surprise for you .


Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull



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