Oh Little Stinkbug

Oh, Little Stinkbug
You think you are so great.
Chasing those buggy-girls around
Trying to score a date.

You talk of things so flowery
And nectar sweet to taste
Attentions veering to another
Dancing with such haste.

You talk of all your flying
And how you never take a spill
"I never slip and fall, you see"
I think you know the drill.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 865 AF.