Roach Sonnet
This stemmed from a conversation me and my friends had in a group text.
I am blessed to have the most interesting and creative friends, and our conversations are always something else.
Cowdog Creatives (Hannah) took this picture and sent it to our text group, saying how dramatically it died in the last ray of sunlight.
Another friend said it looked like an Italian opera singer, declaring in song his long-unspoken love to the fair Limoncello with his final breath.
I can’t write opera, but I can write melodramatic sonnets, so I had to join in poking fun at this roach’s dramatic death.
It’s OK to cry.
Fair Lemoncello, golden wings and thighs
No weeping from those scintillating eyes.
I am content that you have heard me speak;
No grief should mar the shine upon that cheek.
What warmth is this that causes my love worry?
A ray of sunlight, yet I cannot scurry.
It lays bare all my tender love for thee.
There is no fear where Lemoncello be.
There’s nothing more to say. My soul is clear.
I cannot stay, my insect queen, to hear
Thy chirped response; angelic though you be
A darker angel draws now near to me.
I do not mind death’s amply lit approach.
Today this nymph developed into roach.
Fresh Hell 
Saddened by the demise of our Queen
Now our gentle bug is a has-been
I hailed a horse drawn coach
To carry away our sun-dried roach
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Haha, most excellent my good sir! You make a fine chorus 😀
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Oh no, not a choir boy 😊
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Bravo! Pardon my tears though!
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Ah! A bug he may have been, but with such a large heart–!
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Indeed, indeed!
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Oh a Choir song for you, I’ll join in the chorus.
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Bellissimo!!! Bellissimo!!!! (clap clap clap clap)
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I imagined you doing the awkward, lonely Citizen Kane/Shia LeBeouf clap. Where he claps a lot, then realizes he’s being way too intense and no one else is still clapping:
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