Along Came Thaddeus

There's never a bad time for a poem, as I always say!  And it's even better when it has alliteration.  Wait, this poem fits both of those statements?  Well, what do you know?

Thaddeus came to school one day,

Thinking thoughts he could not say.

Three peers asked, “What’s on your mind?”

“Thrashing insects I can find.”

The other kids just stared and laughed

Though Thaddeus knew he was not daft.

Threatening bugs was his pastime;

Thrills like those should be a crime.

The secret was to find one bee,

Then the hive he would soon see.

Thaddeus would pick up a bug,

Throw it down and give a slug.

The bee would then be knocked out cold;

This insect never would grow old.

Thrashing bees gave Thaddeus joy,

Though little lives he did destroy.

Thorny stingers did prick him;

Throbs never could detain his vim.

This ruthless kid needs punishment:

Thirty years should make him spent.

Throngs of bees are dying daily;

Thaddeus just acts much more gaily.

The moral of the poem is this:

Thanking Thaddeus would be remiss.