I was cleaning up the kitchen when I saw an ugly sight.
A huge Palmetto bug ran by and gave me quite a fright.
He must have been two inches long, antenna wiggling on his head
But he was just too fast for me, and immediately he fled.
When I went to bed that night I feared he’d find my room
So, for my own protection, I took along the broom.
I couldn’t sleep a wink for hours and often tossed and turned,
‘Til finally I got up to check. I really was concerned.
I crept into the kitchen in the middle of the night.
I saw that stupid bug again and screamed with all my might.
I grabbed the broom and smashed his big ol’ head.
I then went back to sleep, thinking he was dead.
When morning came, I picked him up with just a paper towel.
But then he moved, as if alive, and I let out a yowl.
I whacked him many times again until he pulverized.
That’s one old bug who ne’r again will come to terrorize.
I hope he didn’t leave behind some kids or a dear wife,
Cause Dad’s not coming home tonight. It’s the end of his life.
©Fern Boldt Sept. 10, 2006
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