Life in the Ashram, Three: La Cucaracha!


I spied this horrid, beastly bug
Scuttling across our bathroom rug

Gaping, I then watched in dread
As it headed straight toward Reyna's bed

With it sticky little red feet
It climbed right up her dangling sheet

But sheet flapped under whirl of fan
And the creepy thing slid down again

Then, with a rather sickening smack
It landed flat out on its back

On our floor, this pest did lie
It's little legs flailing toward the sky

Should I squash it with a shoe?
Or stage an honorable bug rescue?

Oh dear reader, what would
YOU do?!?!?




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  1. JeanneApril 19, 2020 at 1:32 PM

    Hey great poem for National
    Poetry Month! When I find a spider in my house I try to scoop it up and release it outside. In this case, I would say Om mane Padme hum over it wishing it a better life next time,
    and kill it.

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    1. Sheri G. (AKA Supriya)April 23, 2020 at 2:37 AM

      Good choice my friend! Contact me through WhatsApp and I will tell you how the story ended! :-)

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