Earwigs
My neighbour was sweeping up.
“Beware of earwigs,”
she said.
“they go in through your ear,
crawl round your brain
and tickle you to death”
Her name was Rosie.
She cleaned trains for a living.
No earwig survived where she swept.
Fortunately not many travelled by train.




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My neighbour was sweeping up. “Beware of earwigs,” she said.

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