Ode to a Dead Cockroach
Had you not entered this very moment this room
I’d not have squished you bang! with the broom
but since you did and left not, although I bid
I smashed you flat…and that was that.
Oh, roachie dear, little did I know
that I caused you to leave a million or so
little roaches behind without their hero.
It nearly makes me shed a salt tear-o.
Do I earn a pat for courage or a slap of reproach
For having killed this large and stately roach?
Ne’er knew his history, family or scope
Still the very thought of him prancing on my soap
Erases all pause and tender thought.
I’m glad I walked in and this roach I caught.
Evan Symonds
July 5, 2011
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