Horror in Mom Street
Happens more often
Than I care or please
But the scariest bit
Is creeping lice and stationary nit
In a head full of curly hair
Making mother quake in despair
Giving in is never an option
So divide hair in equal portions
Comb and comb and comb some more
Kill them, squash them by the score
Pour the oil
Wash the hair
Repeat procedure
Poison their lair
I am not a killer
But you raised the bar
You fed on my baby’s blood
I declare war.
