Pest Poem by Ima Ryma

I was sitting, having some lunch
In peace and quiet of the day.
As on a salad I did munch,
Suddenly her face did display,
Startling me in my time and place,
That she would interrupt me so,
Overwhelming me with her face.
And for what purpose, who could know?
At me she continued to stare.
I could not eat in front of her.
And she did not appear to care
That my lunch was ruined for sure.

A human lady bugging me,
An annoyed ladybug I be.