Roaches
If ever you should get these pest,
You will certainly have no more rest,
For they will soon began to multiply,
faster than grasshoppers or a fly.
Everywhere they will soon be,
Hiding in places you can't see,
Sneaking out at night,
Eating, and then out of sight.
What human wishes them well?
But, pray they all go to hell,
And, no matter how much we spray,
It seems that roaches are here to stay?
Copyright © Retha Shortridge | Year Posted 2005
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