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  • christine


Nits well what can I say, it’s something every parent and grandparent has experience of, and in my case passed on to me briefly by my granddaughter hence the very real feelings outlined below!

This poem was first published by Soul Poets Society in Quintessence: Coming of Age Anthology in January 2022

Nits, itchy scratchy,

nibbly bitey,

creepy crawly pests

leaping from head to head

sucking blood from

scalp, ears and neck.

Get the nit comb,

give it welly.

Catch the blighters

before they fill their bellies.

Wash your hair

in foamy death

get those rotten little pests.

Then repeat until

there’s not a single one

you’ll have the last laugh

when they’ve all gone.


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