Cockroach

Poor little cockroach, friend I just met,
I'd like to keep you as a pet. . . .
But that's too bad; that's too bad.

Poor little cockroach, friend I see,
Everybody thinks you're the enemy!
But that's too bad; that's too bad.

Poor little cockroach, friend of mine,
I never meant to cross the line. . . .
But that's too bad; that's too bad.

Poor little cockroach, friend I squished,
Aimed at the fly, but then I missed.
But that's too bad; that's too bad.

Poor little cockroach, friend of the past,
I always hoped our friendship would last.
But that's too bad; that's too bad.

Poor little cockroach, my best friend:
Never thought this would be the end.
But that's too bad; that's too bad.

Poor little cockroach, from long ago,
I want to tell you, want you to know:
That it's too bad; that's too bad.


© Daniel Lorimer
August 21, 2010