Best Fleas Poems
Two fleas are jumpig
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
For warm nest looking
Two fleas are dreaming
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
A warm nest enjoying
Two fleas are arriving
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
At Ararat’s mountain.
Their trip is ending
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
And starts a novel jumping
Millions of fleas are wandering
Outside of Noah’s Ark
The whole word invading.
Millions of dogs are scratching
The fleas of Noah’s Ark
They are hardly suffering.
Fleas eggs are laying
For glory of Noah’s Ark
And life is triumphing.
Note of the author
Part of this has been published before. Now I am completing with more verses
Two fleas are jumpig
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
For warm nest looking.
Two fleas are dreaming
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
A warm nest enjoying.
Two fleas are arriving
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
At Ararat’s mountain.
Their trip is ending
Onboard of Noah’s Ark
And starts a novel jumping
My Lucky Dog Surely Has No Fleas
My lucky dog surely has no fleas
they all jumped from him onto me
His luck could be quite fetching
were I not so furiously scratching
When he sneezes the cold I get
my lucky dog could win any bet
Good night sleep he is a winner
Gas wakes me, damn chili dinner
Chasing the ladies he is tops
my pick-up lines are all flops
Lucky dog always gets his gal
I waste time drinking with a pal
He has fun chasing the fast cars
if I did that I would have scars
Yes sir, my lucky dog has it made
while I get to write this tirade
Robert J. Lindley, 04-19-2015
Note-- My dog, Midnight (black Lab) I had for 17 years. He passed on fifteen years ago, I've not had the heart for another.... Felt great writing about him... Thanks
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A toddler’s heels wham… flip flop flip flop
Annoyed by the sound that runs non-stop,
Dad grabs a plug to cover his ears
While an army of fleas seem to appear
Invading pet cat as child squirts a hose,
“I must declare, it’s a raid...I suppose”
As father throws kitty out the door,
Son plays with bug gadgets...toys' galore!
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by nette onclaud
“Useless Source”
I know some men called, big shots,
Who are filled with much bull snot.
Be careful of it’s use,
For of it there is no spruce.
A men of substance, but no real plot!
“Political Fleas”
Most all of strife’s parasitic forces,
Most always found driving their Porsches.
Poor seen of lesser degree,
Haven’t a pot to pea.
For common good vote out useless sources.
“Stench Isn’t Cheese”
Useless sources, political fleas,
Men of means, pass the bailout please.
Poor have given it their all,
As Uncle Sam called .
The stench on the hill, is not cheese.
In magnificent memory of Vee See’s zaniest chimpanzee
Probably discussed by merry monkey’s chipping chickadee
Readily and aptly apparent by three who seldom agree
Incredibly supping with Mamie, Marjorie and Mr. Paul Klee
Please pass the honey and the light brie said brazen bumblebee.
No one capably eats brie with lemon tea said a flickering flea.
Advice is free but listen, skinny skeleton, I dare you to try and oversee.
Chimpanzee and chickadee fell down laughing at this on one knee.
I think that I shall never see
a beast as loathsome as a flea.
A flea whose hungry mouth consumes
all the blood that it exhumes.
A flea that gets into my hair
and makes me scratch 'til I am bare.
A flea that makes me itch all day
and irritates in every way.
Upon whose head curses we rain;
whose biting we have scratched in vain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
but God should not have made the flea.
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
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)
wolf at the door he must flee Lion of the tribe of Judah has prevailed Hail Hail Jesus the jubilee Pup he has no teeth running tuck tailed he he no you can not eat me The wolf's wail short the truth be taled Who my Lord Jesus set free free indeed Jesus pulls the devil is curtailed ~ obselete word with definition- Date "Taled" was first used in popular English literature: (1369) -Verb Past Tense1. Past tense conjugation of the verb tale.
Verb Base and Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913) (tale) 1. To tell stories.
2. Base verb from the following inflections: taling, TALED, tales, taler, talers, talingly and taledly - The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, - tale [te?l]
n 1. a report, narrative, or story 2. (Literary & Literary Critical Terms) one of a group of short stories connected by an overall narrative framework
There was once a young hound 'hounded' by fleas,
As countless as the stars in Pleiades!
He was one dismal young whelp,
And he barked with a loud yelp:
"Won't someone scratch this mutt's hide if you please!"
Entry for Charles Messina's "Any Animal or Creature Limerick" Contest
On the isle of Bora Bora
Ancient are the crafts that lie there.
White beaches beckon those who linger
and those who taste the salty air.
I met a girl there on that island.
Later she became my wife.
Now aged and wrinkled yet still a beauty
my companion for all my life.
Now our grand sons, four moreover
dig sand fleas on that lovely shore.
They play with them a while, then release,
only to hunt, and catch a few more.
My hotel keeps me surviving.
It does more than keep me afloat.
I have time for fun and relaxation
aboard my golf Cart, car or boat.
I am fed up, I want to take stock,
Of all things I could not stop.
The things I bought that all went wrong,
Down to the clock that will not bong.
The time I’ve wasted standing in queues,
The money I’ve wasted, but not on shoes.
To the annoying “Jobs Worths” out there,
I hope that some one somewhere hears my prayer.
I get fed up and angry at best,
With anyone that’s like the rest.
I am not perfect that I know
But at least you know I’ll have a go.
So for all those people that irk you too
I hope the same thought goes for you
That the fleas of a thousand camels will rest
In any and all of there liberty vests.
My dog had a flea infestation and we gave her a flea bath and all the fleas ran up her
tail to high ground. Me and my son were laughing about the fleas saying --there was
no rain in the forecast...where did the hurricaine come from?? run to high
ground...hang on martha!! We lost junior, hang on everyone!! bluup bluup bluup
swirling down the drain--iiiiieeeeee!