Great-Grandson of Godawful Poetry Fortnight

http://zigzackly.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-grandson-of-godawful-poetry.html

(Go to zigzackly.blogspot.com for the sordid details)
And now (after I clear my throat) my humble contribution for 2011:

Cockroaches to the left of me, cockroaches to the right,
My blood it froze like popsicles at such a fearsome sight.
“Oh Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou,”
I screamed like Bianca Castafiore in my fright.
The sod was dive-bombing angry birds, and ignored my plight.