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 · 11 answers · asked by maya 3 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
Are these creatures, truly my nemesis?
Were they not too, a creation of Genesis?
The book with the tale of Adam and Eve;
should these creatures be killed or grieved?
What am I to think of spiders?
as I sip my coffee,
having finised my apple cider.
Should I let them be, if they stay off me?
Or, hunt them down,
while on the ground?
Copyright © 12/15/2007 - J.M.
2007-12-16 03:50:39 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 4⤊ 0⤋
through and after
a nuclear blast
we'll still be around
even if to eat crap
fear of light
preserves our fate
hidden in cracks,,
,darkest of places
persnickety eaters
surely not
eat our own dead
,,just for snacks
still be around
when your gone
eluding light
waiting to eat crap.
best to you and yours this season,,,,i think.
D.
if you really do have a roach problem,a cool quick fix is to take some crisco (not the oil the lard)take a plastic bucket line the interior with the lard ,bout 1/4' thick.leave it in the kitchen,somewhere.they will go inside to eat the lard,but when they try and get out,they can't there trapped,they can't climb up the slick surface.
good luck.
2007-12-16 12:46:43 · answer #2 · answered by dorian 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Little red monsters used to bite me
on my legs and on my ankles.
I would run and hide,
but all to no avail
the little red monsters would hit me with my shovel and pail.
They showed up in my socks
in my golden locks
until
One day I cried
Not!
Now they live in a plexiglas cage
and I enjoy taking the magnifying glass to them
on bright sunny days.
2007-12-16 13:50:56 · answer #3 · answered by CherryCheri 7 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Alrighty, here's a limerick since I'm only good at those:
Our guts on the walls you will splatter
The toll on our kin doesn't matter
We visit your guests
Who all think we're pests
Nevermind, we'll just eat and get fatter.
2007-12-16 14:03:20 · answer #4 · answered by ? 6 · 2⤊ 0⤋
Why do you say that you are "obviously" not a poet! It takes a poet to turn bug crunching into an art form...
2007-12-16 13:44:25 · answer #5 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
I was disappointed when I realized this wasn't a tribute to blunt or joint roaches. May God have mercy on your soul for your cockroach genocide campaign. Gross.
2007-12-16 15:55:45 · answer #6 · answered by Jackson 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
its rather cruel to splat them in this way, and not as nature intended.
still, as a fellow poet, and one who writes a lot of insect and invertebrate poetry, i appreciate your efforts in focusing on these little chaps and chapesses.
2007-12-16 14:49:25 · answer #7 · answered by Z 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
This is very clever. Fun fun fun! TD
2007-12-16 13:42:01 · answer #8 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
Are you sure you're not a poet?
2007-12-16 12:08:48 · answer #9 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
haha nice
2007-12-16 11:42:01 · answer #10 · answered by (-.-) 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋