I killed one this morning
With no previous planning
It fell off as I opened the cabinet door
Onto the white marble floor
I wasted no time being aghast
Instead I swung into action and ‘Blast’
I stamped it dead
And there it lay smashed on its head
On the white marble floor
Close to the hinge of the cabinet door.
A tinge of remorse felt I
I had committed a crime; sigh!
I’m no routine murderer. No! Not I
Except when I swat the occasional cockroach or the miscreant fly
So with heavy heart, I walked out the kitchen door
Into the store
Still early, I must be dazed
When eturned, I looked around unfazed
Of the dead there was no sign
Either at or around the scene of the crime!
Did it fly away
Or was it carried by an army of ants?
Did I even kill
Or did I dream it all?
Gosh, I wanted to scream!
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