Paris-Maree Boreham Poet Personification

Fleas

These fleas...

Scratch, Scratch

Baby fleas,
About to hatch.

Big fleas,
I can scratch them with ease-
But little fleas
GEEZ......
All I can do is...

Scratch, Scratch.

Fleas FLEAS,
Go away,
Running over my back,
All night and day.

Infesting my hair,
I'm just glad I don't wear underwear !

Scratch SCRATCH

You rotten fleas,
Piss off, Please PLEASE

What's this? Where are you taking me?
WATER!!! Not again
Oh, But that smelly shampoo-
Will make me a man.
Towel me off,
That's the way
No more fleas for today.

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