In my last post I spoke of my intense dislike of cockroaches and blogger Shaw Kenawe shared a poem she created in hopes that she could change my attitude:
Hildegard Cockroach lives in the city
And lives a life that's not very pretty.
She spends her days down in the drain
Of a smelly old sink. It's really a pain.
At night she crawls onto a sticky plate
or a stain of gravy that's second rate.
And if she's lucky, she's sometimes able
to feast on leftover food on the table.
"Nobody likes me," Hildegard thought,
"because of the life I lead, and it ought
not to influence how the feel.
It isn't my fault I must scrounge for a meal.
They jump when they see me, they run and yell.
They reach for the bug spray, and I can tell
how they hate me. But what did I do?
Just munched on a moldy old crumb or two.
O, it's true. The life of a cockroach is very hard,"
sighed the sad little cockroach, Hildegard.
It is a very nice poem and I appreciate her efforts. Here is my response.
POOR HILDEGARD COCKROACH
I’m almost persuaded.
She near touched my soul.
As the many sad hardships Of her bug life she told.
Poor Hildegard Cockroach
A cockroach life is no crystal stair
And Hildy certainly does have a story to tell.
She’s a real sob sister
And a pitiful victim as well.
Poor Hildegard Cockroach
First she complains she must scrounge for her food.
Oh. she whines about every little this and little that.
“Nobody likes me; everybody hates me.”
The wailing and moaning Hildy has down pat.
Poor Hildegard Cockroach
Tom writes in the comments, loving those bugs still.
How could he? One jumped on his head!
And Jeny write of bugs in her mouth!
Blaaah—I want all Hildys DEAD!
Gross Hildegard Cockroach
Not one to give up in having his say,
Tom maintains there’s good in all bugs—even Hildy, by the way.
So, quite disdainfully, and sure I am right, I googled cockroaches today.
6 million nasty hits--but wait--2 were good
What can I say!
AH Hildegard Cockroach!
It seems in September of 2010
The Docs found cockroaches to be of some use
Fighting infections they searched for new antibiotics and found,
Valuable Hildegard Cockroach
I’ll donate to science; I’m up for that.
I’ll kill ‘em and keep the carcasses all
In a trash bag out of my sight
Till the bug hearsh comes to call.
Recycled Hildegard Cockroach
Do we jump when we see her?
Do we reach for the bug spray?
Oh yeah, you betcha! Without delay!
Disgusting Hildegard Cockroach
I’ve searched my heart in iambic pentameter* verse *sort of
Should we cut her a break? Does she deserve her fate?
Yeah, cause she’s icky, she’s yucky, she carries disease.
Stomp on her; smash her; run her down. Hate! Hate! Hate!
Goodby Hildegard Cockroach
Poor Hildegard Cockroach