Bugging Out
Richard
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Dad's got the broom, and Grete's fainting, it's a rollercoaster whirl,
With my antennae up, my plans unfurled,
Found a toaster transformation, but no one quite like me within,
I'm bugging out, bugging out, in this crazy human world,
I'm zooming through the chat rooms, looking for my kin,
So here's to metamorphosis, in this digital age,
Webcam call with colleagues, they're laughing, can't believe,
Living life as a giant bug, on my very own stage,
But I'm adjusting to this new life, even if remote.
Looked down at my new body, oh, this is quite the change,
Ended up with pizza, oh, life's a twist of fate.
Who knew an insect's life could inspire a song?
Learning to embrace this life, come what may.
Avoiding all the sunlight, I prefer the darkened gloom,
I'm bugging out, bugging out, trying to get along,
Work's a lost endeavour, my boss left quite a note,
Living life as a giant bug, there's really little hope.
I woke up one fine morning, feeling something strange,
Tried to text my boss, told him I'd be late,
The cat's indifferent, the dog's afraid, Mum's clutching at her pearls,
Scuttling 'cross the floorboards, dodging every broom,
I might be a giant bug, but I still know how to grieve.
I'm bugging out, bugging out, making my own way,
Legs a-wiggle, shell a-shine, I'm not sure how to cope,