Harry is a Poet and Totally Didn’t Know It

Step aside Maya Angelou and David Frost. There’s a new poetry master in the house! I recently joined a poetry club here at the Insectarium, and it’s really a lot more fun than I thought it would be.

The best thing about writing poetry is that you don’t have to take it too seriously. You just write what you feel. Here’s one of my earliest works:

Oceans, rivers

Ponds and lakes

I’d swim them all

For a stack o’ pancakes

See? Isn’t that fun? I also really like limericks. Limericks have a neat form where the first and second lines rhyme, then the third and fourth rhyme—and then the fifth line rhymes with the first two. Sounds more complicated than it is.

Check out this limerick I wrote just now:

There once was a mantis named Harry

To dinner he never would tarry

But once in a dream

He had no ice cream

And thought it was certainly scary

Not too shabby, eh? You guys should totally write some poems yourself. I’m going to collect all of mine, print them out and give them to my folks back home. I think they’d love it.