Cockroach Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

There ye be whn I tlight th' candle
Scurryng cross my tabl top in a huddle
Cross my tretcher an then into the cup
Rattln the horns that wa for sup.

On the edge you dnt pause
Just launched into the sky with no thought a all
Spred wings I didn't know you had
And flew bak and fro like mad.

Tryng to escape my efforts to squash ye
When you landed on the peat brought in anew
Caused me to spred the dirt far and wid
As Ye seekd a place for to hide

Fin ally I trapd ye behind the milk jug for certain
And raised my boot to squash you to a flat certain
But missed and hit the jug instead
Tumbled it over and spild the milk forward

My missus said that I'd better leave yu alon
For else I cud look for a new hom
So you and me can live here together
Don't see I've got any options ever.