For now, I'll leave you with this festive poem from Blaine:
Dashing through the sheets
on six segmented feet
O'er the pillows they go
sucking blood all the way
lap lap lap
Pointed beak goes down
after you turn off the lights
oh what fun it is to suck
blood from a host tonight
Oh, bed bugs suck
bed bugs suck
bed bugs suck your blood
Just be glad
they don't spread disease
or any nasty crud!
4 comments:
One might quibble with the scansion of a few of the lines; I'd suggest changing 'sucking blood all the way' to ' feeding all the way'; and 'after you turn off the lights' to 'when you turn off the lights'. However, I simply can't wait to get home, pick up the guitar, and simply appall my family with this one.
And consider:
Just be glad they don't spread,
disease or nasty crud.
What a wonderfully festive holiday song!
Cimex santaclarius :-) :-) :-)
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