Collection of Shorts

The Lament of the Unnamed Bug

A bit of backstory: there was a bug at school a while ago (some strange thing; I'm not sure what it even was). The hallways were empty save for my class and this bug, and because it was like 'oh look something different' we all circled round it (because we were smart like that). We had to leave our insect friend in order to go to class (I think there was an essay due that day or pretty soon - it was an essay on the Lord of the Rings thus the mentions of Celeborn etc.) so we did. We later found out that someone had stepped on the bug and crushed it dead (presumably); because I felt that its legacy was cut short I acted on the need to immortalize said bug. And what better way to do so than a ballad?

There was a bug, one frigid morn

In the dreaded English hallway -

He said he came from Celeborn;

If so, he came no small way.

I fear that we his spirits crushed

By circling around him -

As people gathered still he rushed

But still our circle bound him

To stay while we watched him in awe

Of his tireless attempts.

We watched him, yes, indeed we saw

This bug was something else.

His load of dust he bravely bore

For many bug-sized miles.

His pride, though wounded, still he wore

While we looked on with smiles.

At length we left, our class began

And essays we did write;

The hobbits - Frodo, and also Sam

The wizards - Saruman the White

They filled our minds, but somewhere still

We remembered that small bug.

We wished it well, at least until

*someone* with their foot did hug

Our friend; indeed they squashed it dead

This person we near did mug,

But he's remembered in our head - and this -

The Lament of the Unnamed Bug.