July 24, 2010
“The Flea and Me”
I felt an odd feel on my leg,
all I saw was a minuscule dreg;
small as a speck …just an ort,
but an ort of the Siphonaptera sort!
I could see him right there,
round back of a hair, as if he had not a care.
How could this be?
It was a FLEA!
Planning, no doubt, to dine upon ME!
With my finger and thumb
I tweezed at this bum,
but he was too small…too quick.
Then suddenly a kick, he was gone in a tic!
He was just right there,
round back of that hair…now where? Oh Where?
Where did he go?
Down on my toe?
On the back of my hand? Or, on my elbow?
Now something quite queer
is tickling my ear;
is it him? Is it that FLEA?
Oh gee! Is he back aboard ME?
I need some relief
From this blood sucking thief! Good grief!
Oh! Hear my plea!
I must be set free!
Have mercy oh lord…it’s the Flea!… or, ME!
©Tracy H 7/24/2010