In summer hair lice go away
Heading on their holidays
But before they get to their resort
They must check-in at the hairport

Wigs on runways fuelled with shampoo
Lousy pilots and lousy crews
On planes of manes of human locks
Start the engines and remove the chocks

From bouncy curls
To greasy follicles
Some lice like clean hair
Others find it diabolical

And some lice don’t fly
Their mortal dread?
Crash landing on
A hairless head!

Hair Lice Holiday - A short funny poem about some lousy tourists