Friday, February 13, 2015

Twas the Night Before Valentine's Day

Twas the night before V-Day when all through the house
There was a tiny critter stirring--it was the louse.

We envisioned the creatures crawling all over our skin
And we could feel every one like a prickly pin.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds 
while tiny little nits lay dead on their heads.

Their mother had combed and brushed every hair
For hours and hours with precision and care.

With nit comb in hand and foam spray in other
We started on one child and worked to another.

Three were infested while only one left was safe
but even he was treated while he lay there in wait.

They rested on bedding that had been washed twice that day
While their poor mother's hair turned more and more gray.

Their father, he wanted to shave every one,
But no one was willing, son of a gun! 

Plans to visit family that weekend had all been aborted
Cousins and birthday parties-our days were now thwarted.

No Valentine's flowers or candies were given
Not while a single lice was still livin'.

The only Fairy Tale here was the name on the box
Of the ol' lice treatment killer that we smeared on their locks.

No Romeo, no Juliet, no Cupid here either
All we really wanted was to sit and take a breather.

Fortunately we know true love doesn't come from a store
It's about the good and the bad days and much much much more.

So this Eve for our romance, we shall bleach the whole house
And we'll be damned to get rid of every last effing louse.


  1. I'm glad you can see humor here, because I don't know if I would be able to!

  2. I feel your pain! We do a treatment every once in a while just to keep them away.