Friday poem: Weta love
Posted on | January 15, 2010 | 4 Comments
This Friday poem won’t make a lot of sense until you’ve seen my twitter posts today, so here they are first:
Weta Love
Sometimes I feel a scratching
On my thigh a scratching
On my thigh
From the spines that you dig into the leg of me
The skirt we share
I rip off in fear
And I get angry
For I toss and turn I can’t shake you free
This weta, in fact, just 10 minutes later
Once I admired you (admired)
Now I’m freaked by you
This weta love you’ve given
I gave you all a girl could give you
Take my trees and that’s not nearly all
Oh…weta love
Weta love
Now I know I’ve got to
Run away I’ve got to
Get away
You don’t really want to be inside with me
I’ll make things right
You need a place with bush and light
And you’ll think it should be that way
But why’d you pick my skirt in which to play?
Close enough for you?
Once I admired you (admired)
Now I’m freaked by you
This weta love you’ve given
I gave you all a girl could give you
Take my trees and that’s not nearly all
Oh…weta love
Weta love
Don’t touch me please
You near me gives me the willies!
You scare me though you will not hurt
Now I’m going to throw you from my skirt
Weta love, weta love
Leave me alone, weta love
Weta love
Poem based on lyrics from Soft Cell’s ‘Tainted Love’:
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January 15th, 2010 @ 6:19 pm
Ok, that is one freaky looking bug! I would have had to change my panties, I think, if I found one on my person.
The best line from the Wikipedia article on the Weta: “The weta’s lifestyle and habitat, where it may choose to remain concealed in suburban environments until unexpectedly confronted, combined with its notoriously unfriendly appearance, make it a frequent victim of irrational[citation needed] human aggression.”
Uh… is it really irrational to freak out when a giant bug is on your body? I think not. Glad you survived your encounter with this creepy crawly!
January 16th, 2010 @ 3:24 am
The poem is really cute. But man, I’d be so freaked out to encounter a weta. Makes me glad we don’t have them in the US!
January 16th, 2010 @ 11:45 am
I always loved that Soft Cell song!
January 17th, 2010 @ 4:17 pm
Coy, you’re bang on the money there. I think that the amount of aggression is out of proportion (wickedly) to the amount of damage the weta is likely to inflict on the human. But they’re such a shock when you encounter one up close unexpectedly!
Nadia, I think we’re really lucky here in NZ. Fauna that’ll hurt you is very minimal (a spider or two, I think), so we have relatively little to worry about.
Joanna, I’ve had it in my head for two days since writing this post!
xx Dee