A Vision of the Future
Cockroach, cockroach, brown and black,
Something humans hate and tread on
What’s the betting you’ll be back
Changed, gigantic, it may be,
Who will take
with oily glee
Yes, a monster Blattus blattus,
Every chance to squash and splat us?
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Jerome Betts would be pleased
to hear them.