Fleas
I THINK that I shall never see
A bug as ugly as a flea.
A flea whose chewing mouth is prest
against the doggie’s hairy chest;
A flea that bites the beast all day,
And lifts its bristled legs to prey;
A flea that will in summer tear
a bloody hole where doggie’s bare;
Upon whose body germs abound;
and parasites throughout are found
Pets are kept by fools like me,
But God knows I despise the flea.
Copyright © Steven Olson | Year Posted 2015
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