Hello, cucarachas, whether large or small;
I can't stand the ones that fly or the ones that crawl.
I've got a place for you to spend your days and nights:
You don't need to win this trip on "The Price is Right".
Fill up your cars with gas and prepare to drive
6,000 miles of road before the clock strikes five.
Make your reservations quick and book your lovely rooms;
Little do they realize, they just sealed their doom.
Welcome to Hotel Cucaracha;
It's a lovely place where we crush your face.
Relax at Hotel Cucaracha;
Time to say, "Good-bye!" You're about to die!
The cucarachas came, but they were unaware
Of that repugnant odor, a funky stench in the air.
Then they heard a hissing sound and were sorely afraid;
These bugs fell to the ground 'cause they were sprayed with Raid.
No more cucarachas or their lousy riff-raff;
I threw them in the garbage and did my "Thriller" laugh.
Let this be a lesson, and you better take heed:
You can check in anytime you want, but you will never leave!
(Cue "Thriller" laugh)
Categories:
cucaracha, funny, humor, parody, silly,
Form: Other
On my porch,
La Cucaracha appears
creeping like an army tank prying,
his long antennae used for spying
this cockroach doesn’t belong in my world
“Hey, you’ll die tonight!”
repulsive insect,
colored a liver yellow
Roaches can live without heads.
when he dies...it’s all or nothing
fearless is a word that describes this bug
I warned him to go away
Has he earned the right to live with impunity...hmmm
God makes him too!
Let him be and give him his freedom
Squashed, flattened, splattered
any word will do
Categories:
cucaracha, emotions, funny, nature, power,
Form: Free verse
Trump Cucaracha Cockaraca
All of Trump's elegance started to erupt
Talking about how everyone is corrupt
He clumsily choses to be celebrating
And adversaries constantly castigating.
He slipped all of his savings under a rug
Net worth equals nichol which was a plug
And all stock marketeers have concurred
None of Trump's stock should be preferred.
Whopping grand finale' eventually knew
Earnings are owned by only a select few
Who are positioned at top of his high ladder
All his money was made into a family matter.
Then there is this thing called Trump Vodka
That is a bunch of cucaracha and cockaraca
Wondering why up his lips like to pucker
His Trump supporters have become a sucker.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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Categories:
cucaracha, allegory, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Couplet
In my spotless kitchen when I turned
on the light, there's this ambulatory inkspot
scuttling from sight. Dare I name it?
even the name is ugly. Roach, penultimate
horror, black and bug-ly. I'm a swat team
of the broom and spray bottle Clorox for
the odorous demise of this miniscule lummox.
Uneducated insect, he deserved to die,
didn't even try to move up in evolution,
become part of the solution. I wish this fate
for all of his ilk, as I sit "sans" remorse
to read Silk-o, Momaday, and Rilke.
Categories:
cucaracha, funny,
Form: Rhyme
La Cucaracha
By Elton Camp
It’s not out in the cold where cockroaches hide
But in warm, moist homes they prefer to reside
If you’ve got them now, but never had ‘em before
They may’ve arrived in a sack from the grocery store
Be assured that if you see them when it is still daylight
You’d be horrified if you should check during the night
They will detect you and quickly scurry across the floor
If you see a few, know that there are many dozens more
Water’s a weekly need that makes them regularly come out
They live a month without food, or somewhere thereabout
Cut a cockroach’s head off and it won’t be quick to die
If no mouth, it can’t drink water is the basic reason why
Don’t be fooled since clean houses may have roaches too
There are more in dirty ones because there’s more to chew
American cockroaches reproduce at a terribly shocking rate
The female need mate only once to get to the starting gate
Every two or three days, the female roach will lay an egg sac
And horrors, into each one, about twelve babies she will pack
If, at night, you walk the kitchen floor and hear a crunch
The one that you killed is representative of a larger bunch
Categories:
cucaracha, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Sing to the melody... “La Cucaracha"
The little children/ the little children/ setting sugar cookies and warm milk....../
Hoping to see him/ hoping to see him/ in his red and white silk!
The little children/ the little children/ anticipate the leading red light........../
Hoping to see him/ hoping to see him/ sliding down the chimney tonight!
The little children/ the little children/ falling asleep on the couch....../
They didn't see him/ they didn't see him/ setting presents in a crouch!
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Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's "Holiday Songs in Poem Form" contest!
Categories:
cucaracha, holiday, son, song-lyricred,
Form: Lyric