Cockroaches

A little poem about what happened when I encountered a cockroach when I was little, and my feelings at that moment.

The unwelcome intruder flies at me
As I open the pantry door.
Startled, I jump back,
Dropping my bag of Cheetos in the process.
Fustrated, I wait until the thing is somewhere else
And then pick up my snack.
Cockroaches. I hate those buggers!
I hate everything about them:
Their shiny bodies, antennae, wings and legs.
I shudder and scream when I see one,
Be it on the floor or on the wall.
I don't like that they're everywhere,
Whether in the living room, the kitchen, or the bathroom.
I delight in squishing the little buggers
Whenever they invade my domain.

Author's Note

This happened to me when I was little. In retrospect, it's pretty funny.