The Christmas Cockroach
Twas the night before Christmas , and all through the trash pile.
The garbage men finished there shifts with a smile.
I the supervisor waved and bid them all goodnight for I would not see them for awhile.
The aluminum cans glistened, keeping the fear away from the night.
Then without a care, did appear a tiny black dot, he wobbled and crawled,
could it be st nick?
Lets hope not. Since he's only one inch thick.
As I looked down, and he did appear, it was Cleo the Christmas Cockroach in all
of his might.
He stood up covered in red paint, with cotton as a beard.
His bag of gifts was in fact weird.
He presented trinkets of garbage and foil.
Truly an angel among the dirty soil.
As he turned away with a smile, he waved to us all
and yelled Merry Christmas I'm off to the Mall....
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