Larisa the Cockroach

Fine-looking, from top to toe, Lives Larisa the cockroach. At the gym — a famous name. Toned all over… a goddess, plain. Her mommy keeps on at her — snap out of it, eh? When are you getting married, Larisa? And she presses, like those gym machines, To find a suitor, and quick. And once, on a little heap of rice, Larisa quietly fell asleep. Probably from all the push-ups She sank into her cockroach dream… Seeing that on the heap of rice Was not just anyone — Larisa herself (!!!), A cold gaze was turned her way By the suitor she'd sent away. Ah, if it weren't for her whims, Then Larisa the cockroach's daughter Wouldn't have fallen victim to a trick And would have known her cockroach father…