The Roachkiller

I sat at my computer then out in the soundproof little den was munching on some Gouda cheese when like a small but ugly tease a roach of rather stout dimension was looking at me, there was tension in him and me, we both could feel it I grabbed a book, and to conceal it hid it behind my aching back while getting ready to attack. But when I moved the slightest bit he eyed me, waiting for the hit there was a brain inside that roach he used it on my first approach sidestepping, hiding in the shade where is that stupid can of Raid? At last I threw the book at him to put an end to life and limb of this so uninvited guest it's always when you try your best that something happens to derail the best-laid plans and then you fail. The roach went home to tell his wife that he avoided nasty strife by being smarter than that man I'm working on a better plan.