Waiting For Baby Cockroaches
Expectant parents line baby’s nursery with a giant foul garbage bin.
Others come to celebrate – lugging grime and mold, a huge baby win.
Boy or girl, it matters not, even during a nuclear war, cockroaches survive.
The excited expectant grandparents give each other a clicking high-five.
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