Poor Old Mr Roach Poem by Kimani wa Mumbi
Poor Old Mr Roach
Baby plays with it,
Wife screams at it.
I take a can and spray at it.
Why the hell was it invent?
Poor old Mr Roach
Your life is short
Just as you are ugly.
Short as I can get the can
And spray on your ugly body,
You turn and look at the sky
Your legs wave the world goodbye.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
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