Ode to the Bug Man
T’was the weeks after Christmas,
we’ve said goodbye to our guests,
stored the decorations,
caught up on our rest.
Family had stayed
until we were all grouches,
sleeping in spare rooms,
on sofabeds and couches.
They’re finally gone,
back to normal we get.
‘Til the kids woke up
all festered and bit.
Red welts and small spots,
scratching and itching.
Even my husband
Joined in on the COMPLAINING.
What could this be?
What’s eating our skin?
Fleas? Ants? Spiders?
Where do I begin?
I called The Bug Man
and he came to check.
He said, “There are bedbugs”
I said, “What the heck?”
These little hitchhikers
had made their way
to our house inside bags
with our family to stay.
The family packed up
but the critters all stayed.
These gifts keep on giving
but The Bug Man would spray!
And after he treated
with just the right stuff
the bugs disappeared.
They’d had enough.
To The Bug Man we give
a “hip hip hooray!”
And we’re scheduled now
for a quarterly spray.
So don’t be afraid,
give The Bug Man a call.
Termites, bedbugs, roaches,
He’ll get rid of them all!
