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!