Headlouse dance as agile ballerinas across a small childs skull
And believe the truth as im only good at that
I havent seen one for a while
Its hard to confess
That i actually miss
Foriging the tresses of my little sprigs
Salivating
Eyes dancing
Hither and tither
To and fro
As if anyone would
Id always know
Where on earth the little devils would go
I know their lifecycle
Lifespan
And im ever so proud to admit that i can
Spot one
At fifty paces
(The safari Hunt!)
I used to settle down, comb at hand
I knew i was at it when i imagined
A safari hat
I was the hunter
Their stalker
Trapsing through the thick dark forestry of hair
Silent in deep excitement
'THERE! ' Ive got another one
Id chalk up the amounts
leaving bloodied squashed and squelched
Knits pon white tissue
A most satisfactory
Blood count
I was good, i was brilliant a most efficient predator
of those nasty
Horrid little blood sucking beasts that chose to feast
On my childrens heads
Id gather up the population
Ensuring they were all
DEAD!
BET YOU SCRATCHED YOUR HEAD AT LEAST ONCE WHILST READING THIS :)
Hope you will never have to go on safri again Karen, but it did sound as if you enjoyed the challenge. bet everyone is scratching as they enjoy reading your clever writing.
I don't miss such scratching bliss of combing through for mop on top bits, but maybe just maybe in some oak and walnut hall where the skulls of threatened and extinct wildlife on plaques a sprawl, there is room for a trophy very, very small, with the head of a nit proud, protruding from it, and with engraved brass plate the inscription, 'Done in by Deeksie' proudly under it.
heart seems to confess what is when lost, ingenious write by imagery, amazing too
only at the end Karen, funny piece I really like it. There I got another one! ! ! love it Jon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Something to look forward to still with my little ones... Ugh.