Thursday, July 1, 2010

The Flea

I THINK that I shall never see
A bug buggy as a flea

A flea makes itchy doggy pest
On dog will feast a gnawing fest;

A flea that looks with compound eyes,
And jumps on Rover never flies;

A flea that lands on Rover’s hair
And makes a condo living there;

Whose sole intention eggs to lay;
Now on upholstery, what a pain.

Few are bugs that bother me
Begone before I powder thee.

Copyright 2010 Warren Baker

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