The first cockroach I ever saw was at Butlins in Bognor Regis. I was working
in the kitchens, and it emerged from a drain. It was huge...
When I lived in Zambia, cockroaches were constant companions. Switch on the
kitchen light at night and a thousand of them scattered. Fumigations were no
more than a palliative. Some of them ate our radio, from the inside...
I once stayed in a cheap hotel in Paris. The wallpaper was a pattern of
golden cockroaches. Which prepared you for your fellow guests...
George
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George Simmers
Snakeskin Poetry Webzine is at
http://www.snakeskin.org.uk
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