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The Greenham Earwig Home, by Lisa Bloo

There was an earwig in my tent
It was just the other day
It sprang out of my sleeping bag
And I legged it to fetch Kay
She came out in her underwear
Her socks and shorts and vest
And lifted up my bedmat --
that's where we found the nest.

I expressed my reservations
of where I was to sleep
those insects can get anywhere
God knows where they might creep
and so I slept in Emma's tent
A brand new spacious dome
and looked back at my lonely tent
The Greenham Earwigs home.

Published in Greenham Newsletter Winter 1989-1990

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