A Lesson on the Importance of Not Squashing Bugs

Olivia Gertrude Fenley-Quimm,
Went walking through the woodland.
She stumbled on a massive snail,
Whose given name was Roland.

Olivia Gertrude Fenley-Quimm,
Had hoped to rest her pins,
But Roland as the devil's snail,
Knew all of Livvy's sins.

Olivia Gertrude Fenley Quimm,
Like trampling things for fun.
She stamped and smashed on every bug,
With feet that weighed a ton,
And just that morn Olivia
Had trampled Roland's son.

Olivia Gertrude Fenley-Quimm,
Climbed up on Roland's shell,
And Roland moved with solemn eyes,
Despite old Livvy's painéd cries,
Towards the gates of Hell.

Olivia Gertrude Fenley-Quimm,
From the pits of darkness wails:
"Oh mortals, never stamp on bugs,
The devil's friends with snails!"

Lines on the Anatomy of the Comma

Comma has a spinal cord,
Comma has a spleen,
Comma has a head and toes,
And many bits between.

Comma lacks segmented eyes,
Comma has no wings.
Comma has no buoyancy sac,
Nor other fishy things.

But I love Comma how she is,
With scars and squinty eyes,
For there's a magic fairy cave,
Between her Comma thighs.

A Lament on the Unattainable Shoe of Perfection

Shoes, shoes, pretty shoes,
Comma wants new Converse,
Pink with berries,
Gingham and cherries,
Comma wants new Converse.

Feet, feet, big flat feet,
Comma cries out her eyeses,
Pink shoes with berries,
Gingham and Cherries,
Don't come in Comma's sizes :(