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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Asleep, his dreams are vivid of this girl, who dances nude
Awake, the image of her without clothes, enhances yearning
She passes by him, in five inch heels, her gyrating hips, his fancy
He turns to greet her, in a split second, that chance, a yearning
At the end of a long day; “Happy Hour” at hand, he glances at his Timex
He now knows he’s a stalker, but who cares, he's in a trance, yearning
As she steps off the elevator, he sucks in his breath, and prances
Passing by, she looks right through him, which only advances yearning
She stops at the traffic light; it’s just turned red, she's sporting proud stances
Should he approach her? Will she befriend him? Then he thinks of his finances, yearning
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A collaboration with Audrey Carey
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