Bug Misplaced

Image of a stink bug (yes, this is what I almost swallowed) by Holger Schué from Pixabay

This poem is a true story that happened to me.

Taking a sip of ginger ale
Should not be a source for chilling tales.
Into my glass a beetle had slipped;
Heedless, I lifted it to my lips.
Instantly feeling something off,
Gagging and spitting, I gasped and coughed.
Twelve hours later, I still can taste
The awful awareness of bug misplaced.

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