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The Bedbugs Come To Call

The Bedbugs Come to Call

By Elton Camp

All my life I’ve heard of this pest
In filthy houses they come to nest
Bed bugs you will never detect
Where people have self-respect

It seems now, that’s no longer true
Several things we may come to rue
First of all, we have no way to tell
Who stayed before us in the hotel.

We must take the greatest care
Bed bugs can be most anywhere
On spreads or sheets they like to hide
On upholstered chairs they’ve been spied

Maid brings them on the housekeeping cart
Or aboard the luggage carrier they may dart
So when we leave the Marriott,
Sneaky hitchhikers we have got

In the dressing room of the clothing store,
Must never lay our garments on the floor
Use the hook on the wall
Coat, clothes, purse and all

In doctor’s waiting room never dare
Sit on cloth cushioned couch or chair
If we dare to buy from any yard sale,
We must wash the garment without fail

Be certain to use water hot as can be
To insure that you stay bedbug free
Don’t think it can’t happen to you
It really can, despite all you try to do

But even if the pests we acquire,
They cause no real illness dire.
So now try to have a restful night
Please don’t let the bedbugs bite.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/13/2011 12:57:00 PM
A well written poem descriptive, and flowing, and yet I certainly wish I didn't read it. As the list of places that give me the heeby jeeebies has increased 10 fold.
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Date: 2/13/2011 5:14:00 AM
There's a big scare about the bed bugs now, Elton. A timely and funny poem. Best to you, Diane
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Date: 2/13/2011 4:49:00 AM
Very witty, Elton, but there really is a "bed bug" scare now and it appears they can enter the cleanest homes and offices. Now just how do we get rid of these critters? Do we spray disinfectant on everything? The problem seems have evolved into a mass hysteria, but I don't think I've ever been bitten by one. You poem made me giggle, especiall the last two lines after such a dire warning.. :) Love, Carolyn
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