|I went to bed but did not stay.
I left post haste, and did not pay.
You wonder what came over me?
Look in the lamp and you will see.
A hundred bed bugs bold, and bad,
As fierce as soldiers of Bag Dad,
Appalled my heart with consternation.
Behold their fate! Incineration.
Ten thousand strong, armed cap-a-pie,
Then o'er me thronged with blood in eye,
Assaulting me with mal intent;
So up and out of that I went.
I'm fond of sociability,
And yet in choosing company,
To share my hearth, I must insist
On leaving bed bugs off my list.
__Colfax Burgoyne Harman
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)