For Jo
When melon ripe the bug bemoans
The happy crunch of beetle bones
Is a source of untold joy
As you insectile worlds destroy
There falls Sparta, there falls Rome
There falls another aphid’s home
When empires of the cucurbit
Are by beetle disturbed
The good soil weeps beneath your spade
As you enact a light crusade
That unwritten fate with ode intones
The happy crunch of beetle bones
August 5, 2004
Another Melodious Ode to Melons
That’s “distur-bid” obviously…
Boo! Get off!
Yes, I think I ought to.
*claps hands with glee*
Yes! Crunchy beetle bones.
Yes, it is quite a gleeful little ditty, isn’t it? Indeed, the most cheery ode to the fall of a civilization I’ve ever read.
I wonder who wrote it.