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.