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Of the ugly apartment building,
it was the sixth floor
And of the building's sixth floor,
it was the last door
Witha click, the keyhole lit up,
and so did the threshold line
It spread out on the door mat,
and shone on the 'WELCOME' sign
She shuffled across the kitchen,
and headed to make some coffee
From last night's hectic duty,
she was still sleepy and drowsy
She turned on the gas,
and picked up the matchbox lying by
She slid it open and looked,
and howled a mighty cry
For, sitting in the box was a cockroach,
big and brown and ugly
She snapped the matchbox shut,
so he could stay in it snugly
Her eyes were now wide open,
she felt a little sick
She turned off the gas-knob,
as she could not get a match-stick
As she recovered from the shock,
she laughed at her fright
She knew she was a brave lady,
with a lot of girlie pride
Moving barefooted across the lounge,
she giggled a little more
She would take a lighter from Anna,
who lived next door
She leisurely put on the right slipper,
but fell down faint as she picked the left one,
For, two cockroaches in it,
were having a lot of fun!
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Saad Javed
I write not because I can. I write because I have to. Good or bad, I have to keep the stream flowing. Words express a human's disposition, so better out than in!
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