Horny Roaches Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

In the middle of the night
Robert woke due to a fright.
Something hairy had appeared
in his dream and Robert feared
that the dream was very real
so from his lips emerged a squeal.

When one squeals one's mouth is wide
open thus from side to side.
In the case of Robert then
he had grown to six foot ten
pearly teeth were on display
showing, frontward slight decay.

Something now, from Robert's dream
brown and ugly, slick as cream
crawled with criminal intent
through the lips that were not meant
to allow those creatures in.

At this moment, on his chin
sat a stately specimen
Robert (who was six foot ten)
had returned to pleasant dreams
and, because of this, it seems
Robert spent his night in bed
in the morning he was dead.
Roach had fallen, maybe jumped
into darkness, was then humped
by another, of those creatures
both were into porno features.
Wildly thrashing to orgasm
caused an upper tracheal spasm
needed was the H-manoeuvre
Heimlich though was in Vancouver.
Forty most disgusting seconds
which, the Coroner now reckons
must have been his Hell on earth
though the lower roach gave birth
nineteen days post copulation
thus it shows that fornication
in the pipe that carries air
those that body fluids share
can be roaches from your dreams
even little insect teams
Keep your mouth at night well sealed
it is not a playing field
Robert, after he had died
kept his mouth still open wide
that is how the two got out
one was small the other stout.
Had they stayed inside the pipe
which if you can trust the hype
they would have been suffocated
in the end eliminated
would have gone onto the slab
afterward into pre-fab
coffins while inside their victim
knowing that he really tricked them.