A nit poem

Just One Lice is a Louse

by: Judith A. Goren

I don't think lice

are very nice.

They check in with their nits

like your head is the Ritz.

They come by the dozens

and bring all their cousins.

They make your scalp itch

'til you scream like a witch.

Every hair is a slide

where they can crawl down and hide.

The nits cling to your roots

like mud clings to your boots.  

 

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