Silverfish!
A flash of silver in the night
A dash of metal in the light?
He’s Silverfish! Silverfish!
He’s not a fish
He’s not a man
Call him an insect if you can
He may be your biggest wish
He’s Silverfish! Silverfish!
You can’t run as fast as
You can’t look as good as
No one is as cool as
Silverfish! Silverfish!
Looks like a fish
Flashes like metal
Smooth as a petal
You’ll never find him in a dish
He’s Silverfish! Silverfish!
(There was a silverfish in our bathroom. For some reason I felt like he thought of himself as some little tiny, shiny superhero, like Zorro, humiliated by being trapped under a small plastic lid. This poem is probably what he thinks of himself.)
