I wonder how long, you awful parasite,
Shall share with me this little bed,
And make me, from my sweet dreams be lost,
By sucking blood from my poor head.
Jeannie and I returned from Liberia with some unusual bumps and bites, and so it seems especially appropriate today.
Tuka goes on:
Some months ago I posted my own poem about a cockroach I met in Sierra Leone. If you read it and compare, it will be clear that Sam is a professional poet and I am an economist.