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.