Poem

I hate cockroach's and last night as i was walking to my bed barefoot i trod on a dead one which made my hop about a bit and think bad things, to get the thoughts out of my head i wrote a poem about it so i could go to sleep and stop thinking about the dead cockroach.

If you really dont like cockroachs dont read this,

as i was writing it, it brought back memories of me treading on it....

the crunching sound

under my foot

makes me scream

as down i look

to see two eyes

on a body now dead

it makes me wonder

how long it lay there

with my hand over my mouth

to stop the bile

from rushing out a thousand miles

i grab a broom

trying to cover my eyes

and bend to sweep up

what was not a good surprise

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