Insect ©

What’s got: six legs, four eyes, and scales instead of skin?
It puzzles me, but there it is, raking through my bin
It doesn’t think I’ve seen it, gulp, I wish that it was right
It’s a scary creepy crawly whom I wouldn’t wish to fight

It’s finished with the bin for now, perhaps the picking's poor
Oh no, it’s gone on walk about: it’s decided on the tour
It’s weaving through the carpet on its way to God knows where
I know it knows I’ve seen it 'cause it’s fixed me with a stare

And now it’s getting closer, I’m afraid, I will admit
I can see it's got antennae, oh, I hope they don’t transmit
The last thing that I want to do is meet its scary chums
A nightmare thought, to set my teeth, a rattling in my gums

I suppose I’ll have to battle it, to show it who’s in charge
But it’s not a fight I relish 'cause it’s frankly rather large
It knows a fight is coming; it’s prepared to make a stand
I think this monster insect wants to wrestle hand to hand

Alas I have a better plan, and I know what I must do
I’ll just creep up behind it and I’ll squash it with my shoe
Tut tut, my friend you gazed at me, with thoughts of me as lunch
So I land my foot upon its back with a crushing crispy crunch