The Cockroach in the Heater

The cockroach in the heater wins the day his feathered feet click dances in the shade, such a talent, I'm inclined to let him stay. With no taste for such a hard and glossy prey I stalked him on some personal crusade, but the cockroach in the heater wins the day. Weaving sleekly through my ordered dissaray theres no trap or shrieking blow he can't evade, with no option, I'm inclined to let him stay. Now bunkered down, to wait and to survey from his cold and dusty palace, unafraid, the cockroach in the heater wins the day. So I watch his silk antennae slowly sway it's no game to him, I realise, dismayed- feeling sorry I'm inclined to let him stay. But, there's one last move I've left to play, I retreat, it's what you do when they invade and the cockroach in the heater wins the day. Such a talent, I'm inclined to let him stay. Seriously I can't get the little f***er out, that is one wily cockroach. It was taking so long that I thought writing a poem about it would probably be less effort.