Evil Kneevil

Small black dot
On my grain like pox
I wonder
What evil
Plagues my pantry box

On closer inspection
I make a detection
of familiar relation
Tis my friend the weevil!

"Why hello! says I"

"If I'd have known it was you
I'd have said so sooner
Why don't you stay for dinner!
I have pasta and vino,
thimble sized dinner ware,
even a bib for you to wear"

After supper
full of laughter and feeling upper
We lingered by the door
but for a moment more
before bidding eachother adieu

Once he had departed
with his friendship imparted
To cleaning I darted
His only trace
Small imprints made in flour
Proof of his visits hour

To myself I thought

"My friend weevil
may you always remain
Untouched by wanton evil
For it is no real crime
to snack before dinner"