It’s that time again. For those of you new to the Quadrille, this is a poetry form originating here, from our very own virtual pub! We are writing poems of exactly 44 words, excluding the title BUT it must include a given word. Today, I give you the word …..
A cockroach told a royal lie,
That ‘smudge’ turned into rumors.
Told the king his son would die,
From malignant tumors.
Common knowledge made them cry,
‘Til a wise man shook his fist.
“You listened to that cockroach guy?!”
Mass anguish solved by “squish“.