A little story about our cockroach friends

Cor! Look at those crumbs left out for me,

I’ll crawl out of this sewer and have some for tea.

There’s old food galore under the cooker,

I’ll take it home for the wife; she’s quite a looker.

Just look on the table, no lids on those pots,

If I get in that jam, you’ll come out in spots.

I don’t like the daylight, nighttimes the best,

when I can roam around in my pyjamas or vest.

I’ve got these two wings but they’re no good to me,

I can flap like a maniac, but can’t fly you see.

My wife’s got some too, but they are much shorter,

she’s had flying lessons, so has my daughter.

The instructor said, “They’re better off with a scooter,

or maybe a tandem with a loud hooter!”

Well I can’t keep on talking, must rush, must scurry,

get these scraps back to the wife, to cook up a curry.