Ear Wigs

Ear wigs do not go for ears
Dermaptera they be
Little wiggly monsters
With pincers,awaq
Seemingly
They possess formidable weapons
They are weapons of offence
Nocturnal they love Dahlias
For them it makes good sense

Often found in sunflowers
By no means a nasty soul
People think it’s a cockroach
But it has a much sweeter role

It’s delicate it’s wings are kept folded underneath
Female earwigs love their young
They sit on their eggs she loves them
Patiently among
When they hatch she adores them
She leads her babies away
As for climbing into ears
It’s unlikely let me say

They are not particularly beautiful
Some would say they are plain
Having One inside one’s ear
Might drive a soul insane
If it ever happened the way
To get it out
Is blow smoke into the ear hole
And it will exit quick
no joke