Sidney Beck Poet Rubaiyat

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

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Ilene Bauer July 1, 2012 at 2:00 PM i think that robert frost would be laughing his head off at this one!

Anne-Lise Andresen July 1, 2012 at 5:09 AM Good one Sidney......:) :) :) - oxox Anne-Lise