Roger

 

Roger was a centipede

That got stuck in a dome,

There until his dying day

He made it his home.

 

I checked on him today

And he was dead as a nail,

No movement at all

Any escape had failed.

 

He was given that name

By one Leah Philips,

He was a special centipede

That just would not quit.

 

For more than two weeks

He stayed alive,

He had nothing to eat

But yet he still thrived.

 

He really liked life

You can be certain of that,

For more than two weeks

He established this fact.

 

He had tried to get out

We don’t have to assume

But eventually the light dome

Became his tomb.

 

The side was too smooth

And impossible to climb,

From the time he entered

He was in a bind.

 

Like everything else

He has come to his end

And not a tear will be shed

You can be sure, my friend.

 

For me the best centipede

Is a dead centipede

“Kill them when you see them”

This is my creed.

 

“That is not Christian,”

Some persons may advance

But neither is a centipede

And that is my stance.

 

News Flash!

 

 

Just moments ago

The wife turned on the light

And all who thought Roger was dead

Were definitely not right.

 

“He is moving slowly”

That’s what she said

So, from all indications

Roger is not dead.

 

Stewart Russell © May 29, 2022