A millipede marched through my bathroom
By Maggie Dyson
A millipede marched through my bathroom,
A woodlouse walked under the stairs
A spider squats on the ceiling
They all caught me unawares.
The clothes-moths have chomped through my cardis
The woodworm has weakened the stairs
The dust-mites have dined on my duvets
These creatures all add to my cares.
The hawk-moths feast on my fuchsias
The blackfly bolt my broad beans,
Caterpillars crunch all my cabbage
I know what defoliate means.
The jackdaws all jive in my chimneys
The starlings all think they are theirs,
Those wild wasps are eating the mortar
Iím dreading the bill for repairs.