Robert Frost and the Fleas
ROBERT FROST AND THE FLEAS
It's a problem that would scare
The hardest criminal or thief :
Which way leads where
In woods with fleas on leaf,
When both seem just as fair
Or each can lead to grief,
With itching beyond compare
And scratching for relief.
Yet Mr. Frost was casual :
Made his choice with ease.
He thought it almost usual -
The result was sure to please.
His assessment was merely visual -
The way you might choose cheese.
He should have been more sensual :
Would have caught less fleas.
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(Again with apologies to Robert, one of my favoritestest poem guys)
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