Heather and the Bug or Going from Verse to Worse

A get well soon message for Heather Wastie.........

Heather:

Get off! get off! stop gripping me,

 You awful bug just let me be.

I’ve got a lot of work to do;

Can’t even speak because of you.

Bug:

But Heather I just want to know

How to make my poems flow

I can think of all the rhymes

but can’t make them scan at all at any times.

Heather:

So that’s why you been hanging round

Stopping me from feeling sound

I’m telling you this has to stop

I won’t give you a free work-shop.

Bug:

I’m not sure that you made that scan

I don’t think this is going to plan

Perhaps instead of making mine right

I’ve on your poems put a blight

Heather:

Oh no! My poetry’s gone to pot

because of this terrible bug wot I’ve got

My scansion’s gone all over the place

And my rhyming isn’t any good either

Bug:

Well this is pointless isn’t it

You can’t teach me if you’re not fit

I need to do what’s best for me.......

I’ll try infecting Emma P