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.