Busy Mr Woodlouse Poem by Kelvin Rush

Busy Mr Woodlouse



Busy Mr Woodlouse
Strolling along my floor
Seeking dark damp places
Heading for my back door

He does the same trip every night
I call him my friend Bob
With his fourteen legs and rock hard shell
He's well equipped for the job

Monday, April 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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