Bugs
My brother kept a centipede.
In a little box.
He stashed it in the clothes drawer,
Amidst our smalls and socks.
He placed it in the corner,
Next to my jar of ants.
I hope they don’t escape again,
And bug our underpants.
In a little box.
He stashed it in the clothes drawer,
Amidst our smalls and socks.
He placed it in the corner,
Next to my jar of ants.
I hope they don’t escape again,
And bug our underpants.
This poem is copyright (©) Graham Cawser 2025

About the Writer
Graham Cawser
Graham loves children’s literature and enjoys writing and drawing. He was raised in rural Staffordshire, and that was where his imaginings first saw the light of day. He says "Visiting schools and writing poetry for children is a treasured joy. Children’s reactions to pictures and rhyme is magical, and nothing beats watching a child’s face when they realize they can write and illustrate their own stories."