A Ladybug of Culture
My Anthology of Ladybug Poems
I hope that you enjoy my series of ladybug poems. These are poems for children and adults that pay tribute to the humble little ladybug as she teaches us to celebrate the miracle of life. The following poem is about a ladybug prodigy.
A Ladybug of Culture
There was a little ladybug
who was quite a sophisticate;
many she would educate
on topics in the news,
whene'er she expressed her views.
She had a great knowledge of opera,
could classify all species of Lepidoptera.
In figuring out chess moves she proved astute
and loved to play Debussy on the flute.
In her polka dotted suit
with decorative hat she looked quite cute,
as she debated most eloquently
on a point considered moot.
She could speak many different languages,
could do elegant flower arrangements,
bought china in a fancy boutique—
selecting only those pieces that were most unique.
She could create wonderful culinary delights,
her rose garden was truly a magnificent sight;
she loved to write poetic verse,
and on the meaning of many she loved to converse.
On essays by Milton she would often expound,
knew all about gravity, light waves, and sound...
not only knowledgeable was she in physics
but even the spiritual realm of mystics!
This little bug who was so erudite
would sit in her garden with her bonnet
and write a most charming sonnet-
that even Shakespeare would have found to his delight.
She was versed in astronomy
She would wax philosophically
on many subjects,
from the plays of Sophocles
to the formula of a triangle, isosceles.
The epitome of social grace,
she would use only doilies made out of lace;
adhering strictly to the rules of Emily Post,
she was regarded as the perfect host.
She was a wordsmith the likes
you have never seen-
could define syllogism, colloquialism
and every "ism"
There wasn't much that she didn't know,
with dexterity she could even sew.
So many things this little lady could do...
even make a wonderful veggie gumbo with roux.
Indeed this little lady
was so refine
that only on vegetables
would she dine.
I wish I knew
where'er she went;
I often wondered
from where she was sent.
This little bug so fair
was last seen with gilded wing
just floating in air;
yes, truly sublime,
she was so... extraordinaire.
- Lora Hollings
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