Ode to a Roach


Poem with Diatribe by Dale Stubbart

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The Roach
It really is beyond reproach

The End

"You've got to be kidding. You broached the roach subject and that's all you have to say?"
	"Yep, that's it!"
"Oh come on now!"
	"Well, if you insist."

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The Roach has many an alias
I hope you won't be jeaylious

Visitor from gutter space
Mr. Underworld himself
Creature from the bleh ew lagoon
The Black (of K)night



"Your euphemisms are much to gross!
The roach is nothing more than dross
I feel faint at the mere sight
Of that enormously filthy blight!"

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Should a roach fall in your sink
He'll consider it, his own roller rink
And there he'll raise up quite a stink
What's this black stuff? - Not ink!

And if he invites his friend Fred
It becomes their hockey arena instead
And here and there a leg is shed
These smears? It's not where they've bled

I was going to shut my mouth, but oop(s)
You better get out your microscoop
And clean up all this roach poop
There, was that such a bad bloop(er)?



"Your poem's going towards the gutter."

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And so you sterilize your sink
To rid yourself of roach stink
That evil villain will now say oach
As you gleefully watch him poach

"There, does that clean it up a bit?"

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This ode is almost now complete
So just allow me to repeat
This ode is almost now complete
And "roach revenge", ain't it sweet?



"Talk about syrupy endings!"