This week's winners
What good are cicadas to you and me?
They make screeching noises incessantly
They fly everywhere
And get in your hair
But at least they are Atkins-friendly
A plate-a cicadas just stare at us
My dad is so mad he could swear at us
I said, "I would eat mine
If it tastes like Skyline,
But, yuck, it just tastes like asparagus."
There was a cicada named Mears
Whose forte was drinking cold beers
With eyes bloodshot red
And a buzz in his head
His hangover lasted 17 years
There once was a girl named Hope
Who wasn't sure she could cope
With cicadas a-flying,
Go outside? - nope, not a hope!
Stephanie Schrimpf Thomson
There once was a cicada named Trevor
Who thought his solos quite clever
But he had a short gig
Up there on his twig
'Cause his life the Grim Reaper did sever
There once was a toddler named Doug
Who picked up a sharp stick and dug.
His mom turned around
At a gross, gagging sound
And heard: "Ma! I sick! Ate a bug!"
A cicada who lived in the ground
Came up face-to-face with a hound.
He plunged in, not without
A loud parting shout
" Forget it, I'm going back down!"
I was afraid on cicadas I'd dine
So I went where I thought I'd be fine
But then with a crunch
I ate one for lunch
On the new four-way from Skyline
Old and tired and bored to tears
Joints working like rusty gears
I wish I was a cicader
I can't think of anything greater
Than to rest for seventeen years
More news of cicadas, I dread.
There's more in the paper instead.
There's comics and sports
And news of all sorts.
I'll be glad when those buggers are dead
F. Jay Ach
Seventeen years of Chem-lawn for food
Those grubby lil' buggers have chewed
You'd think giant cicadas
Would soon come invade us
But instead it's just the same old brood
Robert A. Jonas
Grads face uncertainty
Seniors look back, reflect on their start
A different world (PDF)
Talk: War in Iraq
Corner: Nipping at the heels of the newsmakers
EXTRA: More cicada limericks
deserve lawsuit-reform law
Get priorities straight
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