Elizabeth Wesley Poet Light Verse

Bite of the Flea

You never loved an apple tree,
As much as I hate a flea;
They leap, they spring without wings,
And march to tunes that mother sings.

They hide in rugs and in stuffed chairs,
And pay no heed to anxious stares;
They infest dogs and prey on cats,
And hide in woven straw doormats.

Fleas that went to an idiot's school,
Have no time to play the fool;
But mother is a saint at war,
With all the fleas that feast on gore.

When mother takes out spray for fleas,
They see her coming on her knees;
They hide in cracks and nether parts,
Waiting till the fume departs.

Let us now make a firm vow,
Those fleas are bringing trouble now; 
So mother sprayed the house with gas,
And all the fleas breathed their last.

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Milton Toran December 21, 2012 at 9:17 PM I don't know which is worse. Fleas or ants. I think I'd rather have the ants. They're easier to get rid of! Well-written, perfect in rhyme flow!...Milt

Daver Austin December 19, 2012 at 3:27 PM I know how it is. We have many cats. I, myself, do not have fleas, but I may have a hair ball. Already read this one and commented. Congrats on the selection. Love, daver

Suzanne C. Goudreau December 17, 2012 at 4:43 PM Brilliantly done Elizabeth and very authentic. Congratulations on being featured here this week. You are my favorite poet and I love your facility of writing about any subject and making it so interesting and descriptive. I remember fleas when I use to go to Nova Scoatia. Never seen bigger fleas in Canada but there. They suck your blood up. I hate those critters. A very clever poem, dear poet! Thank you for sharing. Merry Xmas! Hugs!

Harry Horsman August 30, 2012 at 10:20 AM the vampire of the insect world, brilliant poem on these blood suckers, different and i love this.

Keith Bickerstaffe July 10, 2012 at 2:51 PM I LOVE IT! Those pesky little critters are a MENACE to society. 'in cracks and nether parts,' OUCH!!! :)) x

Andrea Dietrich June 19, 2012 at 8:37 PM I have been here since 6:30 catching up on Soup , I missed two days and I get so behind. Anyway, you are my last poet to see for the day. I think I need to do other things now! I am glad I found this oldie of yours from your page 5! Luv, Andrea

Andrea Dietrich June 19, 2012 at 8:36 PM oh, boy, does this ever bring back memories. The 1980's when I lived near SF and it was so humid (great breeding ground for fleas) I was constantly giving my two cats baths in flea shampoo and "blasting" my house with flea gas. But all to no avail! Do you know what cleared it up? I moved to dry Utah, and the fleas just disappeared from my cats!

James Peranteau April 25, 2012 at 7:59 AM Ya gots me scratching now Elizabeth ! I had a run in with those pests when I was 25 ! All I could do was yell; Help ! *smiles* Great write dear poet ! Much love, james

Robert A. Dufresne November 18, 2011 at 11:42 AM an ode to the demise of the furtive flea! Hate those little buggers and so do my ten cats.... we are always spraying them or pilling or giving them some kind of treatment to rid them of those pests. Would have never thought to rant about a flea, Elizabeth but it's about time someone did .....

Joshua Lacey June 10, 2011 at 12:23 PM adios to the fleas! great poem