I jumped in line at the jumping time with

I jumped in line at the jumping time with my bag of twine and my nursery rhyme and I thought

it was sublime to dance in line listening to Patsy Cline. We jumped past nine and drank quinine until I saw the sign that I felt fine.

The next night we wined and dined, so we'd be well primed to see John Prine. I thanked my date who said, "The pleasure's all mine."

"Ha ha...I guess you're a poet & don't know it." I joked. He looked at me blankly, then gave me a quick kiss & said, "Yeah, well...see ya later alligator." How could he not realize

that the fate of the world depended on his lyrical prowess? Any moment now, the Prose Piranhas would descend upon our planet and devour every rhyme, verse and stanza known to man!

What would be left? Poetry. And after the acid rains. After the radioactive dust bowls. After the cockroaches handily reclaimed the world, we were left with poetry.

as the nadir of human creativity but look at from the cockroaches point of view. It was really inspirational! Poems like "Your feces trail makes me want to swarm and copulate among

the chicken bones. But alas, the Raid from above claimed my love. And I'm left to scurry about alone." Cockroach poetry is usually sad and makes me cry.

But a lot of contemporaries disparage cockroach poetry for moving too heavily into themes of nuclear holocaust. Your assignment, class, is to write an example of cockroach poetry.