The old lady squinted
At the bathroom wall
She nearly fainted
As she thought she saw it crawl
A green speckled thing
An insect it must be
But it she would not fling
For a phobia had she
Of insects any kind
Large, medium or small
It was engraved in her mind
That they were her downfall
Once she touched a bee
It stung her straightaway
From then on her tee
Never touched any insect any day
She put on her shawl
To the doctor’s she went
When she came back to her own hall
Her glasses she had sent
The next day or two
She would hardly dare
To go to the loo
For that bug was still there
On and on this would occur
Till one day came a call
Her glasses were being sent to her
Straight from the mall
Was she excited like fission
When she could at last see
Forty years of blur vision
Her glasses were her key
What insect was it
The answer she did need
Oh how her thirsty eyes lit
When she saw it was a piece of string indeedWww@QuestionHome@Com