Saddam, The Earwig Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

An earwig who had found his way
into an ear, was there to stay.
He ate the hair and all the wax
then settled back, just to relax.

Half snoozing he went wide awake,
he saw a white-tipped rigid stake
come down the passage rather fast,
ear space is not considered vast

and he was running out of space
and needed to escape the place.
In sheer disgust and mad frustration
he now assessed the situation

and took the option that the gods
had left for him against all odds.
Earwigs have sharp and sturdy claws
they function like McCullough saws.

The little fellow started action
and first cut through the last impaction
of wax and the acoustic nerve.
He knew this nerve would surely serve

to deafen and make numb the owner
the earwig also was a loner
who didn't have a lot of mates
but had been raised inside the States.

He felt. as he was cutting wildly
the cottontip that touched him mildly
and speeded up his undertaking
until he saw the gristle breaking,

and daylight shone, oh what a sight.
He jumped to safety, from the height
and vowed to not again go near
a tasty, wax-filled human ear.