The Love Song And Lament Of The Head Louse Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

I have espied a lovely head of hair,
Where every follicle is fresh and clean.
I will arise and take my loved one there
And couch a mattress fit for any queen.

We will carouse, and live a life of ease
Excelling in abandoned, wild caresses
Indulging in each moment as we please
Laying our fruits within those shiny tresses.

Fleeting our love before that final sleep
Life may be short, but Love will have its way
Sweet is the consolation we will keep
As all too soon we face our Judgement Day

For when at last, our eggs begin to hatch
Our children bring untimely consternation
And when our host begins to itch and scratch
Attention will discover infestation.

The nurse arrives, and now we have to part.
Cast to the ground, dispersed by cruel hand
Farewell my Love! My ever faithful heart!
We fall, like scattered raindrops in the sand.