YOUR SILVERFISH
Small, sleek and it looks slippery
And seems to have fish scales.
Always it is in a hurry
And has three bristly tails.
You’ll see it playing hide and seek
Along the skirting board.
Into those dark gaps it will sneak
As safe place these afford.
Your fitted carpet is a treat
As dead skin cells you shed.
They give this bug protein to eat
As everywhere they’ve spread.
Wherever man chooses to go
Those little bugs he’ll take.
And in his world they grow and grow
As easy life they make.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2023
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