I watched the woodlouse cross the floor. <br />It slowly crawled to the patio doors, <br />then, it tried to creep under my seat! <br />I caught my breath, I nearly screamed. <br />I couldn't possibly leave it there, <br />Good God, it might climb up the stairs! <br />So I hid, was quiet and as it moved <br />I clobbered it with the heel of my shoe! <br />Well I didn't dare sweep it under the mat <br />so I made damn sure the woodlouse went splat!<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/splat-3/
