Tiny Invaders

I can't see you
but I know you're there
I imagine you,
you stop and stare
at my huge
ginormous head,
lying on my
country-sized bed.
you wonder what
the hell I am,
my enormous legs
the colour of ham.
I wonder about,
what you do all day
is it all eating-work
or time to play?
Do you all agree
to meet by the tiny tear,
and stories of
crazy Carpet-Land share?
What do you say,
about the boil wash of doom?
Do you mingle,
with those from the spare room?
Your appearance
is not very nice,
I have heard that
you are killed by ice.
I'm sure that you don't
go without a fight,
you intriguing and bizarre
house dust mite.