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

But now we find that is not true
Several things we may come to rue

First of all, we never can tell
Who was 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’ve 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 buy from any yard sale
Wash the garment without fail

Use water hot as can be
To help stay bed bug free

Don’t think it can’t happen to you
It may, despite all you try to do 

But even if the pests we acquire
They cause no real illness dire

So try to have a restful night
Just don’t let the bed bugs bite
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Petersen Potter Avatar
October 10, 2014 at 2:25 AM
So true and sound advice Elton! I liked your poem. Bed bugs sound like bugs from hell. Very scary infestation to get. Excellent write! You earned a 7 from me! Well Done! Cheers! Love peace and light! xxxx D.
Camp Avatar
October 10, 2014 at 7:02 AM
People are getting them who never imagined they would. In the past, only the lowest type people got bedbugs in their houses. Now everyone is at risk. Elton
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