A Poem about Part of God's Creation

Often good art comes out of some kind of life experience. I had such an experience just now, and wrote a poem about it. It involves a creature of God's. I hope you enjoy it.


Now I lay me down to sleep,

But scared I am of things that creep.

That they might up my nose and climb

To go lay eggs inside my mind.

For I inside my bedroom found

A cockroach crawling on the ground.

I shivered, gagged, and squealed a bit

Then cut in half that little twit!

When squashing then did not succeed

I used my knife and made it bleed.

(Okay, I know, they can't shed blood,

But hey, that rhyme was not a dud!)

Why God would make this creature small

–Which haunts and terrifies us all–

I neither know nor comprehend

So their bodies I shall rend.

They creep me out, those nasty things!

At least they do not use their wings...

Now ends this verse in happy thought:

May all those little suckers rot!

If you hate roaches as much as I do, feel free to pass this on. Just remember that this blog is copyrighted, so be sure to give me credit!

-Reed Hamil