A Bug In the Bed
A bug in the bed,
Is a disaster,
It will make your bed
Hell for you,
You twist and twirl,
You rock and roll,
You scratch and scratch,
You search and search,
It will hide itself,
In the folds and nooks,
Creating the hell for you,
You will not have a wink,
Of sleep,
Until you find it under,
Your shirt pinned to your chest,
Inflated with your blood,
You will have to crush it ,
With your all might,
Until your blood spills out,
And there in lies your instant relief!!
Copyright © Jesudason Atputharajah | Year Posted 2017
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