The Beetles

The two black beetles
On my bathroom floor
Are usually quite peaceful
But occasionally make war
With the little grey woodlouse
That lives round the bend
Who has several woodlouse babies
And a millipede friend.

And occasionally those beetles
Go looking for a fight
Marching along the slippery floor
Their muscles bulging tight
But the woodlice are pacifists
And they wave their small white flag
(The remnant of a tee shirt I borrowed from my Dad).
The woodlouse and her babies
And the millipede friend
Sing a low and sweet song about
Peace among all small pests.

And eventually
(After much discussion)
They all decide
That love is best.