Armored bumble

Roll and tumble

These tanks

And shells

These scarabs

These bells

They fly

Like toasters

Yet land

Like hovercraft

Zipping

Darting

Then falling

Spinning

Coming to rest

Just a nano

Moment

From disaster

To alight

Safe

Stick

The landing

Only to

In the proverbial

Brow sweat wipe

And victory

Narrowly snatched

From defeat

Turns into

An old

Artie Johnson

Routine

As the beetle

Absent mindedly

Loses grip

Falling

to the ground

To land

Comicly

In his back

Slow motion

Defeat

The pratfalls

Of nature

The physical

comedians

I give you

The beetles!