When roaches sense the coming winter
Into your palace, house, or flat they enter
Remember this, as each critter encroaches:
If you have a clean house you’ll have clean roaches
They’ll eat your books, your food, your shoes, your clothes
Give them a chance and they’ll bite off your nose!
They’ll eat your cat, your hat, your baby brother -
They are even pleased to eat each other!
Unless you give them a taste of the Harris
Roaches – oh, ick! - might devour all of Paris
So serve them with Harris, and watch them die
With their quivering feet straight up to the sky
It’s up to you…
No queen, no king, no president, no pope
Need ever think about some cockroach dope
But you do
(I have no connection with the fine folks of Harris Famous Roach Tablets; however, my short-lived household roaches do.)
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.