The cockroach
There was a little roach, and he would approach
with a grin of glee, as he looked up at you and me
he creeps and he crawls in hiding on the walls
no one sees for a while, no one but Kyle
Crawling on the floor while looking for more
and crawls up daves side, only trying to hide.
He flys through the air and dave doesn't care.
Smooshed on the ground form one hard pound
with out a head he's surely dead.
on the seventh day he will lay
and be dead, do not dread
about this bug with out the love.
and I am a poet and i dodn't even know it.