The Natural Born Bastard
by Mark Allinson
that make these hard hearts?”
There never was a reason why
The silverfish can never fly;
Though it seems a perfect beetle
Its problem’s not exo-skeletal.
The fault lies in that fiery flash,
This world of which is fading ash,
For when the primal oodad popped
Some plans for wings were simply dropped.
And as the loaded die was cast
The laws for missing wings were passed;
No use your bitter hows and whys,
We cannot all be butterflies.
So never try to glue false wings
On sly destructive creepy things;
Some hole-darn housewives miss their fate
Without a silverfish to hate.