Apocalypse

The apocalypse

Creeping, crawling, biting, gnawing,

You’ll never sleep that well again.

Scuttling, tickling, itching, prickling,

Your hair will always stand on end.

Always mind where you put your foot,

Always check over your shoulder,

In this new world you must be alert!

In this new world you must be bolder!

Scratching, twinging, crunching, chewing,

Day’s the time to make a raid.

Shuddering, sweating, never forgetting,

Night’s the time to be afraid!

Was that a shadow passing by,

Or was it merely in your head?

Is that a host of little critters,

Hiding underneath your bed?

Watch your books and watch the carpet,

Watch your clothes all in a pile,

Mind your suitcase doesn’t spread

The apocalypse from our humble isle.

Imagine where that’d leave us then!

A world ruled by the bug elite!

So mind you seal the whole house up,

Weren’t you listening? Mind your feet!

Should you contain these foulsome beasts,

And find somewhere to spend the night,

I wish you safety, wish you rest,

And don’t you let the bed bugs bite!