Simpler Times
I espied a young roach
As he did encroach
Upon a spot I call my place
I gunned him with some mace
In madness he did flee
Into a hole I could not see
Twas assumed death was his fate
Yet he had only gone to mate
And so I sit where I still live
Viewing the territory I did give
Unto this most clever foe
And his multitudes born below
Copyright © Jim Musser | Year Posted 2018
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