I am obviously not a poet but I challenge you to compose your own ode to your bug nemesis. This is mine:
roaches used to scare me
their fat bulbous bodies
yes, fat ones, larger than a spider
wider than your thumb
until i killed one
and then another
then it became fun
to step on them slowly
hear that wonderful splat,
even go in search of them
and watch the neighboring ants
come out for a great feast
I was doing the ants a favor
and grateful creatures that they are
they cleaned up the mess
well, most of the mess,
but they didn't have a taste for the legs
I left that to the wind
and time
but now i'm out of practice
Haven't seen the creatures in a while
And if they ventured
over my kitchen tile
I'de yell "Mommy!" and run a mile.
2007-12-16
03:36:51
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