To Kill A Cockroach

The cockroach is a horrid beast,
I'd love to kill 'em all;
they come into my house at night
and in my cupboards crawl.

They congregate inside my sink
and hold a party there;
they even climb the bedroom wall
and tiptoe up the stair!

I rush to grab the can of Raid
to douse them till they're dead,
but when I look at where they were,
they're some place else instead!

They always know just where to hide
to flee my savage ire,
because they're gone when I am set
to ready, aim and fire.

What really gets my dander up
about this awful bug
is when I whack one with the broom
while crawling on my rug!

But soon I know this fight will end,
those beasts will be no more --
I've sought the aid of pest control
until this war is o'er.

I hope I won't be harshly judged,
arriving at the gate,
because my heart is less than pure
and filled with cockroach hate!

Copyright © 1998 Ruth Gillis

Previously published in Poet's Review May 2000

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