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Oh Horror Of Horror!!I can't cope, I can't! Oh heck! My hair had nits, so I have to check! I can't help it, I'm up the wall! If I see another my daughter I'll call!! Meanwhile I have to tell my head, To stop worrying or I'll end up dead! But I feel it itching, but there are none there, Oh glory be, this just isn't fair! My hubby's fine he's got a baldy head! ‘Don't worry darling!' is all he said! ‘It's ok for you, you've got no hair!' I shouted to him, he's gone none there! He laughs at me all the flipping time, But it's not funny, these nits are mine! ‘It's ok for you!' I'd shout! ‘What can I do to get them out?!! ‘I'll shave my head if I have to!' I said!' And, oh yes, I will, to get them out of my head! Meanwhile I don't know if they are there! Cos my nit comb broke as I did their hair! Oh horror of horror, what can I do? I hate these nits, and you would too!! I've never had them in my life! Even as a kid, but I'm living in strife!! Cos I think of them, they might be still there! And if they are, then I'll bleach my hair! Now it was bleached just last week! Then again last night, I'll look like a freak! It will go green you know, oh yes it will! But I don't care, cos I'm feeling ill! Now I'm not itchy, it's just in my head! But either way, them nits will be dead! When I get that 'nitty gritty' comb!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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