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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Note This rubaiyat is obviously taken from that of Robert Frost in STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entered in Joann Grisetti's Contest Copy Cat Contest