Bugs With Bright Asses

Fireflies hovered across a freshly mowed lawn and advertised their irresistible sexual abilities to the ladies lying in the grass beneath.

Come land on me with your bright light daddy, said Francie the fire fly who was perched partly beneath two blades of grass next to the garden hose.

All the girls were out tonight. There’s nothing like a fresh mowing to bring out even the most bashful of lady bug fireflies in heat. Francie didn’t stand a chance with all those bright asses glowing in the evenness of the freshly mowed summer lawn.

For the sting of the male firefly cannot be understood, unless a girl has tasted the jolt of a good electrical charge through her lower torso by a swarm of males who want nothing but for their light to shine on.

A little boy came by with a glass jar and picked Francie up from the hopeless race to get done by the brightest of all stars in the sky.

She was placed on a night stand, and spent her last hours serving as free electricity for a boy in his bedroom on Stone Creek Ridge.

Francie was sad. She wished she wouldn’t have played so hard to get out on the lawn.