Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Nought point nought between the prongs,
Not short hair, but two foot long.
Look, they're dying, I think we're winning,
Eyes all bloodshot, red and stinging.
Don't be silly, don't start to whine,
Mummy's got to be cruel to be kind.
Crisis over! What do you think?
Still got to get rid of that terrible stink.
Back to school, back to civilization.
Ready to pick up another infestation!
Back To School Woes Poem: Surviving Lice-Checking Ritual
This one reminded me of my 3 year old this year. We had to cut her hair and she was as mad as mad could be. She didn't talk to me for 2 days after it. But we got it out and she hasn't had any...
Best Of Brands
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2012 with permission of the Author.
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