How I did not find this poem about my phobia before today, I do not know.
The Centipede by Ogden Nash
I objurgate the centipede,
A bug we do not really need.
At sleepy-time he beats a path
Straight to the bedroom or the bath.
You always wallop where's he not,
Or, if he is, he makes a spot.
1 comment:
I didn't know you had a phobia to them.
That's a great poem though
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