• Startled! Giant, rocking, scurrying
    Black mottled,six legged,wing thing
    Legs scritchety, scratchety on the floor
    Jumping out from cabinet doors
    Our job, you say, is to clean the counters
    Let's avoid any further encounters
    Turn on the light when it is night
    Three of you started this fight
    In this trailer there is not enough room
    My instrument of death: The Great Teflon Spoon
    I take aim, swing, then WHACK!
    Sure cause of mother's heart attack
    Many valiant battles you fought
    They call you "roach" but you're not
    Holocaust victims may have eaten you
    How many live here? Twenty-five? Sixty-two?
    Run off and die on the brown rug
    Filthy, dirty, water bug