The Old Man

I met a man in the alley who looked a little old When he saw me approach, He yelled, “you stupid cockroach!” I was a little shaken I thought he was mistaken; I told him my name But all was in vain. He came running towards me like hell And on the ground I fell, When I got up He threatened to take me to jail I stood there in shock; I couldn't even talk, And in between all this, he asked, “Are you a hen or a cock?” I looked at him with puzzled eyes, And he said I resembled wood lice, I lost my temper and yelled at him; He smiled as if I had said something nice. Now I had grown much irritated, So I no longer hesitated But as I walked away, He exclaimed, “What a pleasant day!”