Some stores sell ants in lollipops
like sprinkles, but with many legs.
Some strange souls also wet their chops
for oven-roasted spider eggs.
Crickets are sold on counters now,
boxed up and filled with nacho-cheese
like chips, although I can't see how
antennae can be munched with ease.
A girl, one day, brought in these bugs;
she held them up and said, “Bet you can't.”
Though mortified, I feigned a shrug
as friends around began to chant.
The little bug stared up at me.
I threw him in my mouth and chewed.
His feelers crunched disturbingly,
but really it was pretty good.
Sometimes life's logic lies to you
and keeps you from delicious food.