In the coffin
A cockroach rising on
The dwindling
Bad-smelling nose
Pure fact
‘remember ex-judge how wanted
To crush me
Under the judging table
But I escaped and now here I am: '
Replied not the ex-judge puissant
And smiled and laughed the cockroach
On his nose dancing and
Nibbling
And the judge let the cockroach do
What it wanted
As many times it wanted
‘who similes last, laughs the best'
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