The Gnat

Another silly one

THE GNAT

 

If I would write a poem about
an insect called a gnat,
your first reaction, I can bet,
would be, "Now, what is that?"
I wouldn't hold you much to blame
for asking what I mean
'cause gnats are never talked about
and very seldom seen.
They're not a bit like junebugs
which are big enough so that,
when hitting windows of your car,
will make an awful splat.
The gnat, in fact, is miniscule
and there the problem lies...
of how to keep a herd of them
from getting in your eyes
or speeding on your bicycle
you turn and make a grin
revealing gnats along your teeth
between your lip and chin...
So, gratitude to tinyness
is what this poem's about.
If junebugs were to hit your teeth,
they'd probably knock'em out.