There Is a House In Austin
There is a town in Austin
they call "the Roach Motel,"
for many a poor roach that entered there
a sticky fate befell.
Now roaches, you keep our of there
whatever may entice,
for any roach may enter once,
but never enter twice.
My father as a crawler,
who crawled from dive to dive,
but he steered clear of roach motels,
and therefore did survive.
Guests of the roach motel, I vouch,
roach mother, tell your son,
need no long-term pension plan.
Alas, I know, I am done.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2017
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