Yellowy Fever

Speaks for itself.....

Yellowy fever...

My daughter (somehow) lost her shoe

Off a railway station onto the track!

She said 'Oh damn it

My favourite yellow footwear'!

Felt embarrassed to look and go back!

She phoned her fella in total despair -

'I can't possibly hop all the way home'!

He said 'But supposing there's more shoes

And they can't find yours'?

'But I'm a size two'! (She swore down the phone)

'There'll only be one bright yellow shoe -

To match my yellow knit hat'!

In between the the strongest of volts

And the high speed trains -

'I'm sure they won't mind about that'?

So 999 was dialed;

The fire fighters in their full regalia.

The bravest of men

Took tentative steps

Threw themselves into shoe-finding mania.

But alas, it was much too late,

Run over, looked like a strip of long paint.

Stuck on the wheel - the brightest of yellows

Looked like a strobe lighting

And the people of London felt faint.

The trains and city came to a halt,

Coz there's a new type of bug going 'round

(Some kind of yellowy fever)

She's been told to use more super glue

So her shoes in the future don't leave her!

For my daft daughter

Outbreak!

Outbreak!

We've invaded all your private space in your safe warm home,
Dropped in unexpectedly - we didn't even phone!
We crept in very quietly, made the most of our short stay,
Finally being discovered after some excruciating itchy days!

We heard it through the grapevine - our being there was so outrageous;
We tried to live there peacefully then found out we were dangerous!
Didn't mean to make you feel that bad by being so contagious,
We made our made our mark in many ways - branded ourselves infamous!

We got on well us females - as busy little mites;
Nibbling dead skin, blood and debris (really sorry about those bites)
Can't help being what we are just tiny helpless parasites -
And apologise for those sores - they weren't a pretty sight!

Making ourselves at home burrowing deep under your skin,
A warm comfortable haven, deep and dark within.
Left some silvery streaks while we laid our offspring eggs,
A safe environment to live and breed, to multiply and spread.

We know that you found us extremely disconcerting
And apologise profusely for all the fuss and hurting.
We knew it was only a matter of time before it would be curtains,
To stamp us out and kill us off - we knew that would be certain!

Until that dreadful day that came, we smelt some foulish cream,
It made us feel so sickly, found ourselves in a bad dream.
Thought we found new living quarters, this simply wasn't fair;
Was it really such a problem - with us living there?

It was after we were soaped and scrubbed, you soaked us with a shower,
We started to lose control - with all our mite-like power!
Now down the watery plughole in the residential home,
You didn't want us to hang around too long to gnaw and hear you groan!

We hedged our bets right from the start - a lot of ifs and maybes,
But can't resist the taste of human flesh from the old to young cute babies!
The diagnoses could have been much worse - it might have been the Rabies;
Just count yourself lucky it was a simple outbreak of Scabies!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

11th January 2009