Stopping For Fleas
STOPPING FOR FLEAS
Whose fleas these are I think I know
The louse lives in the village though
He will not see me scratching here
As I roll around tired in the snow
My little horse must think it *****
To have a nest of fleas there in his ear
Between his ears his head starts to ache
As other fleas start to come near
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is something he can take
The only other medicine I keep
Is powdered corn made into flake
The fleas are horrid, black, and creep
But I have promised him corn in heap
He smiles and eats before I sleep
And smiles and eats before I sleep.
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Note
This rubaiyat is obviously taken from that of Robert
Frost in STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING.
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Entered in Joann Grisetti's Contest Copy Cat Contest
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012
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