Bed Bugs Itches Poem by Phil Soar
Bed Bugs Itches
I felt an itch upon my rump,
A bed bug, I suppose,
Except it left my crack alone,
And headed through my clothes,
Pyjamas were not stopping it,
It climbed to other heights,
It rested in my armpit,
where it spent most of the night,
When I woke up next morning,
The bug had left the bed,
And was replaced by something strange,
That had leaked from me instead! .
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