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Father's Day


I killed a cockroach

On father's day

He tried to run,

But I swung my dad's shoe

in time, 

for the coup de grace

He died instantly

 

Then I dad got home

from work, and we hugged

As we hugged,

I said to myself :

"Damn, that cockrocah

must have been 

someone's dad too!"

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