What Season Is It, I beg to know?

#323

Compassion

I walk into the bathroom,

Where, much to my chagrin,

I saw a scruffy cockroach,

Looking weak and thin.

I could have smashed him silly,

But I withheld my blow

And tossed the little fellow

A piece of mouldy dough.

He grabbed it with his mandibles,

Stuffed it in his vest,

Winked at me in passing,

Said, "Dude, you are the best."

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