Liz and the Cockroach

Here is a little poem I wrote about Liz 34 years ago! For those reading this translated into Portuguese it won't be the same as it doesn't rhyme when translated. Anyway here we go:

Liz Medcraft is no soft touch, this cannot be denied. If she should meet a big fat snake, she'd look him in the eye. When drunks appear inside the church to cause a great commotion, our Liz just takes them by the ear and orders their submission.

Survivor of so many years of northeast Brazilian ardours. She's still alive to tell the tale 'spite smallpox and amoebas. However there is one weak spot in this dear Christian warrior. For if a cockroach should appear then she is bound to holla!

Dark brown and just a few inches long, with its antennas twitching. This is a foe Liz hates to face, and when she does she's screaming. Now it is true that the cockroach is not a pleasant fellow. It lives throughout the daylight hours in cess pits and sewers.

But when night falls and all is dark roaches come out in force, to pick up any scraps of food to eat them up of course. Our sinister friend unfortunately will not stay on the floor, its aim is higher ground it says where EAB missionaries snore!

With feelers quivering nervously it shuffles round their mouths to see if marmite there remains despite the late night showers. This marmite makes him thirsty but liquid is very close. For now it has a nice long drink from a good English nose!

So when you pray for EAB, especially for Liz, do not forget its not the snakes that get her in a tiz. In fact the Lord might say to you this very day, Brazil's the place where you should go, don't just remain and pray.

And then EAB's army joined you too will face the foe. Boldly announce the Gospel to those in sin and woe. But when you hear brave Liz scream cockroach you will be very sure - you'll boldly charge straight to her aid and squash it on the floor!