My Mommy Flicked a Beetle Original Poetry by Marie Stephens My mommy flung a beetle. She flicked it far away. He never saw her coming, On this sunny day. My mommy flicked a beetle. Tonight I’ll tell my dad. That beetle never stood a chance; I bet he’s feeling sad. My mommy flicked a beetle. She flung it to next week! I think it flew up over my house And landed in the creek! This poem spawned from bubbles in the driveway with my 3 year old, Ben.  We were blowing bubbles, and along came a little black beetle.  He was getting a bit too close, so without warning, I flicked him with my finger.  Evidently, it made an impression on Ben, because, an hour later during lunch,  he was still talking about how he was gonna tell dad that his mommy flicked a beetle!  So our lunch conversation revolved around that little black beetle, with me jotting this poem on the back of an old envelope.  My hubs helped me finish the last line …