Bedbugs and Cockroaches is a poem I wrote when I was approximately thirteen years old. I was an avid baseball fan and my favorite team was the St. Louis Cardinals despite growing up in Pennsylvania where it was allegedly against the law to root for any team other than the Phillies and Pirates.
Bedbugs and Cockroaches
by Ethan Holmes
I was lying in my bed one night, about to fall asleep,
When I heard a thunderous racket and I decided to take a peek
I turned my little night light on and looked up at the wall,
There were some bedbugs and cockroaches playing a game of ball
The score was 4 to 3, the bedbugs at the bat,
The trophy they were playing for I found out was my hat
A cockroach pitched the ball using all his might,
A bedbug hit the ball which disappeared into the night
The ball bounced off my bedpost and caromed off my head,
Then headed back to the playing field and struck a cockroach dead
Now my room was all asunder, confusion reigned on high,
And above it all I heard the umpire yell, “You’re not supposed to die!”
Well, no one seemed to know what to do and the score remained the same,
Then the umpire called a conference and decided to call the game
Maybe I can go back to sleep ’cause that appeared to be that,
And I was secure in the knowledge that all was well,
’cause I still had my hat!
Ethan Holmes is the author of five books; Earth’s Blood, The Keystone, Shorts and Other Laundry, A Multi-Pack of Brain Flakes, and Live Your Life In A Crap Free Zone
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