Ode to a Roach
Poem with Diatribe
by Dale Stubbart
The Roach
It really is beyond reproach
The End
&l";You&';ve got to be kidding. You broached the roach subject and that&';s all you have to say?&r";
&l";Yep, that&';s it!&r";
&l";Oh come on now!&r";
&l";Well, if you insist.&r";
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
&l";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!&r";
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? &n-; 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)?
&l";Your poem&';s going towards the gutter.&r";
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
&l";There, does that clean it up a bit?&r";
This ode is almost now complete
So just allow me to repeat
This ode is almost now complete
And &l";Roach Revenge&r";, ain&';t it sweet?
&l";Talk about syrupy endings!&r";