Cooties!
Remember this game we used to play:
And this song we used to sing:
La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha!
Running up and down the wall!
La Cucaracha, La Cucaracha!
Me, I love you not at all!
And Archy the incredibly clever typing cockroach:
" . . . i would not consider
it honorable in me as a
righteous cockroach to crawl into a
near sighted man s soup . . . "
For a more serious view of the cockroach in poetry
and poems by Martin Niemöller and Muriel Rukeyser
see my new post:
"La Cucaracha"
on the
The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A fortnightly [every 14th & 28th]
literary blog of connection & coincidence; custom & ceremony
La cucaracha, la cucaracha
ReplyDeleteClimbing up my bedroom wall
La cucaracha, la cucaracha
How do I get rid of them all?