I feed roaches, Bites of waffle, They eat it slow, At first, Then they gobble. Under my bed, They live in dark, Afraid of me, At first, Then I'm their friend. Their only friend, I'll ever be, Because their groos, At first, Then their ugly. In their own way, They are unique, I hate roaches, At first, Then with passion. They scare my mom, They eat my dad, In little bites, At first, Then they suck blood. They are vampires, Wicked insects, I step on them, At first, Then I shoot them. *Wonder Grrrl*October 8, 1995*
Reason for writing:
I had to spray Raid around my bed one night and pull my
bed into the middle of my
room, because their were roaches crawling
in my window and onto me,
and I got scared and wrote this
poem because I felt helpless
and wanted justice on the stupid evil bugs!
AAAAAHHHHH!
What would you call it?----roachaphobia?
Birth sign: Not entered
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