Something different. A poem I wrote.

I wrote this in English class back when I was in Junior High, IS 25, Queens. I'm surprised it's stuck in my brain afterall these years.

The Roach
He moves from his spot
as the day becomes hot.
He gets to the house
even faster than the louse.
Hey look! Some food,
thanks to that tall dude.
Oh no! What's that?
It's a shoe! SPLAT.