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A Ladybug of Culture

Lora has been a featured writer in poetry publications. She is currently working on a collection of poems that feature ladybugs.


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

and Ptolemy-

zoology, entomology,

even anthropology.

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"

in between,

even ventriloquism.

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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