Absorbed by books, she never looked up,
\nNor saw the bug fall in her cup.
\nShe drank it down and then felt sick.
\nMy gosh, I hope it wasn’t a tick!
\nIt made her writhe; it made her squirm.
\nDo you suppose it was a worm?
\nWhatever it was, it wasn’t nice.
\nIt bit her once; it bit her twice!
\nAnd then her stomach quite rebelled.
\nI will not tell you how that smelled.
\nShe’s better now, or so I’ve heard,
\nAnd back to reading, undeterred.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Absorbed by books, she never looked up, Nor saw the bug fall in her cup. She drank it down and then felt sick. My gosh, I hope it wasn’t a tick! It made her writhe; it made her squirm. Do … Continue reading