What's it like to be a flea?
Not sure I want to know.
It must be great to jump so high,
And then to hide so low.
Then there is the taste for blood,
And not even a vampire,
And sleeping on a nice warm cat,
Whilst sitting by the fire.
So what's it like to be a flea?
Is it an easy life?
Bit don't forget the flea powder,
That can kill your wife!
• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.
Location:Henney Close,,United Kingdom
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