If I had a star each time you brightened my days
I'd have a galaxy at hand like a universal buffet
Making me overexcite
To my taste bud's delight
The limit of the universe is bigger than Bombay
I have a carapace shiny and black,
And when I visit I do more than snack!
I scuttle about in the dead of night,
Never once do I need to use a light.
If I am seen people get a big fright,
Why do they all have to get so uptight?
I am always under constant attack!
They chase me about and give me a whack,
Though peppered like a plane flying through flack!
Away I must dash to the nearest crack.
These people I seem to overexcite,
Yet I am so small and always contrite.
My PR stinks you can say what you might,
Definitely not a mother’s delight!
But when I am safe in my own little shack,
Playing with a piece of unsmoked tobac .
To this accord I will hang up a plaque,
You wont catch me I’m as sharp as a tack.
You need not worry about the invite,
I’ll be the last at your party tonight.