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I HATE ROACHES

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A creeping dread, a scurrying blight,
A tiny terror, in the night.
A whispered fear, a silent dread,
The roach appears, its legs spread.

A tiny foe, with carapace hard,
Across the floor, a wicked shard.
It feasts on crumbs, a hungry beast,
A silent menace, put to the test.

Its tiny eyes, a glinting gleam,
A chilling thought, a waking dream.
It scuttles fast, a silent flight,
A tiny horror, in the pale moonlight.

I hate the roach, its greasy trail,
A creeping dread, that makes me wail.
Its tiny form, a sickening sight,
A loathsome creature, taking flight.

From kitchen nook to shadowed shelf,
It hides and lurks, a wicked elf.
A tiny plague, a crawling doom,
I hate the roach, its tiny room.

A silent plague, a whispered curse,
This tiny menace, I abhorse.
It multiplies, a growing dread,
I hate the roach, above all said.

With poisoned spray, and traps I'll set,
To banish them, and make them fret.
A war declared, a battle waged,
Against the roach, my hate engaged.

So let them flee, to distant lands,
These tiny horrors, with their tiny hands.
For I, I hate them, with all my might,
These creeping roaches, in the pale moonlight.

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