BYFab

The following poem is about a ladybug who takes a little girl on a dream filled journey to a magical town of ladybugs. One, who is charmingly eccentric, dazzles you with her exceptionally fashionable clothes while one owns a bakery and can make the most exquisite pastries …still another has a house with so many stairs that you lose count. With coordination and grace, one can be seen riding a unicycle while another one rides a tricolored tricycle. There's a ladybug who scoots around in a sporty car…why there's even an opera star, yet another who claims he's been to Alpha Centauri and Mars! But no town would be complete without a Mayor who loves to orate in the town square about new plans for Ladybugville which make all the ladybugs ever so happy!

There's A Ladybug In My Bed There's a ladybug in my bed, painted on a pillow case beside my head. I see her black spotted and red with a little mischievous grin, and a tiny dimple on her chin. When I fall fast asleep, I could swear she comes alive and holding onto my hand, together, we fly to a wondrous place far away where ladybugs live and play.

There's a ladybug who has a house with so many stairs that I lose count.

Another whose taken such care in the selection of her fashionable clothes that I've ever seen anyone wear

Then there's one who owns a bakery who makes strawberry tarts with the most delicate puff pastry; they can only be described as scrumptiously tasty.

Why, there's even a town square with a banner hanging over the rostrum; to a crowd still gathering… a microphone squeaks, suddenly, the Mayor begins to speak.

One can see his distinguished figure with his stove top hat towering above the rest- in tuxedo he is dressed. As he speaks about the plans for the new year there is a slight pause… before the ladybugs breakout with thunderous applause. There's a ladybug who drives a sporty car. One who even chauffeurs, with Rolls Royce, an opera star.

With coordination and grace, another ladybug rides a unicycle while a very little one can be seen riding a tricolored tricycle. But the one that captures my imagination by far… is the one who insists he's been to Mars and Proxima Centauri, the sun's closest star!

The next morning I wake to find myself back in my cozy bed with the little ladybug painted on a pillowcase beside my head. Lying perfectly still, just as the ladybug prints on my quilt, I say to my little friend, "why… I think I see a twinkle in your eye."

~ Lora Hollings

Key Takeaways

and you still believe the LYING pos!

—

GOP lawmakers refusing to return for votes until Mike Johnson cleans up his mess: report

Republicans can’t govern. They are incompetent and useless for anything that isn’t protecting pedophiles and other abusers.