Ode to a Rolly-Polly Bug
Sometimes I cry out “Holy moley!”
Cuz I see a Rolly-Polly
Moving through the grass quite slowly.
Others think of him as lowly,
But I say this Rolly-Polly
Is as sweet as fresh canoli.
If he played hockey, he’d be goalie.
His favorite pasta’s ravioli,
(He’s also fond of warm stromboli).
And that is why I praise this wholly
Wonder-mazing Rolly-Polly!
Cuz I see a Rolly-Polly
Moving through the grass quite slowly.
Others think of him as lowly,
But I say this Rolly-Polly
Is as sweet as fresh canoli.
If he played hockey, he’d be goalie.
His favorite pasta’s ravioli,
(He’s also fond of warm stromboli).
And that is why I praise this wholly
Wonder-mazing Rolly-Polly!
This poem is copyright (©) Templeton Moss 2024
About the Writer
Templeton Moss
Templeton grew up in and around San Diego County, California in the U.S.A. He lives and works in Louisville, Kentucky, but considers Disneyland to be his hometown. He started writing because he thought it would get girls to like him. He has written many plays, novels, short stories and poems and his hobbies include naps and cartoons. Templeton dislikes manual labour and country music.
