He left before the alarm had stopped
Into the summer, bright morning dew
Sprayed from his feet as on he flew
Over green hills, down by the lade
His quest to win the fitness parade
But suddenly, something caught his eye
A caterpillar slowly crawling by
Stopped in his tracks, he hunkered down
And watched the beast all furry and brown
Cross the road, but wait! A car!
He'll never make it, not that far.
So Trevor took its life in his hands
And picked it up like fate demands
I've saved its life was his belief
Into Trevor's thumb sank the caterpillars teeth
He cursed he swore, the caterpillar flew
Before into a butterfly it grew
The thankless insect ran away
Sucking his thumb, Trevor did the same
He finished his run, feeling rather peckish
Opened the fridge for tomatoes and lettuce
Barely he thought, it tasted so good
He'd forgotten the caterpillar who acted so rude.
Into the shower, Trevor washed off the grime
The shower gel acting like cleaning slime
As he rubbed on his arm, he noticed a lump
Couldn't remember even getting a bump
He towelled off his body and put on his clothes
Wondered at the tightness and struck up a pose
In front of the mirror pulling his belly in hard
Look, there's nary an inch of lard
Still feeling peckish he went for more food
But muesli and toast didn't look very good
He had some more salad but still unfulfilled
Looked around at the plants in the pots he had tilled
The parsley looked awesome, he could barely resist
He couldn't, he didn't, he reached out, he missed
His hand was a stump, fingerless, brown
Trevor bent his head and gobbled it down.
Hunger was all, consuming his thoughts
No silent thanks for the plants he had bought
As Trevor walked to his next tasty meal
Well, wriggled his way like an insectoid seal
For Trevor had changed, though giant he was
Furry and brown like his downfall's cause
Turned into a giant-sized eating machine
Piece by piece he ate the house clean
The contrast spectacular compared to before
Then he was skinny and now a plant whore
He'd gone from pale, smooth, to furry and brown
Now he was crawling not running round town
Six legs propelled him, scoffing at two
Do caterpillars even go to the loo?
Unrecognisable, metamorphosis complete
Now for another, transmogrifying treat.
Trevor searched the house for a place to pupate
Upside down, a cocoon for a face
Glued his bum to the ceiling, silk used for strength
Snuggled inside holding all of his length
Hormones released, chasing him to a change
Faster and faster, to the following stage
His wings start to form, we can see inside
Then out came Trevor the butterfly
He stretches his wings and goes for a flutter
Not too far as the room is a clutter
The hunger's still there, sweet need for nutrition
Luckily his desire comes to rotten fruition
But desire has forms more than just hunger
Trevor knows that his life cannot go on much longer
The window is open, a soft draught creates
The beautiful vision of a butterfly mate
Size is no barrier their love is sublime
Flying and dancing and beating in time
The colours a vision for all to behold
If only Trevor knew that he'd been this bold
Then sadly an end to their copulation
It's just what he needed this concatenation
His lover, his mate, had beaten and fled
And Trevor expired, he lay down and was dead.
Nobody knew what had passed in his home
Curious neighbours called him up on the phone
With no answer, no life inside
They whispered and gossiped perhaps he had died
A call to police brought out a team
They entered, all involuntarily screamed
There in the corner on the running shoe stand
Lay an egg, it was cracked, and out came a hand.
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