Ear Mites,
Them that bites,
Turned all my hearing,
To the thoughts of murder, I am a fearing,
Mass murder so to speak,
Mass extinction do I seek,
It’s those mighty mites or me,
Both of us, it just can’t be,
With my fingers I have tried,
Into the openings I’ve pried,
But my hearing is too deep,
I feel hear them gnawing in my sleep,
It’s hard on me, the feeling kind,
But now they’ve gnawed into my mind,
With constant glee they’re biting,
I cannot reach where they are hiding,
I do believe they wish my end,
They’re driving me around the bend,
Come on, I hear them say,
Together all, we will that giant slay,
Like army ants, their on the march,
In the inner ear, my deepest arch,
I hear their sergeant yelling loud,
Use your stingers, all about,
And God my God, they are a biting,
Within the deepest cracks they’re hiding,
A thousand bites times ten I’m sure,
Every second I endure,
This is war I thought, and bought a gun,
I’ll get them bastard Hun,
They’ll all go with a well aimed bang,
And sure enough, he’s sleeping well, very deep sleep, I’m afraid I’ll have to bury him tomorrow, Grace, Oh, I am just foolin, it was only a trial run, we’ll shoot him again tomorrow ha.©01/03/2013
Be careful with your aim, my friend,
Or you could wind up as a Mime.
Merry Christmas,
Walt
Regis
Not a laughing matter.
A friend's brother discovered a cockroach in his ear. Now that was funny.
Ron
visual you gave me of your dilemma!
Truly laughing long and hard here...
Take John Flanagan's advise and get that cream!
Hugs
Love and Light
Lily
budd
a cotton swab, gets rid of the little blighters;
i hear you loud and clear here, Jasmin, loud
and clear...love the final stanza!
john
Only have to do with ears,
And not your sight,
Otherwise you will be scratching your own eyes out,
Rather than shooting that nasty Kraut...;-) e