" Flea Friends"
" Flea Friends"
(Song playing= "Spanish Flea")
A tiny black speck appeared on my arm.
A brand new mole, I surmised.
But moles don't move, and moles dont hop,
I stared in surprise.
I paid it no mind, as I sat down to dine,
I am now ashamed to relate.
But that 'mole' of charm, jumped off my arm,
and hopped right into my plate.
Now words when I eat, no appitite cheat,
nor makes my stomach, flip-flop.
But I'm telling you true, this thing was new,
as across the table it hopped.
About the same time, and way out of line,
I felt a prick on my neck.
Then one on my nose, another on my toes.
I was covered with little black specks.
I began to itch. My nerves did twitch,
as I plucked off the 'moles' from me.
I am not a cur, and I dont have fur,
but I was simply 'crawling' with flea's.
My floor did bounce, with drams of an ounce,
of these friendly little fellers.
There is not much I fear, but I'm telling you here,
These things turned my back side yeller.
I am clean as a pin, so can't figure when,
or where I picked up this curse.
This was all I assumed as I moved from the room,
but found that every where else was worse.
The flea's they danced, and every where pranced,
and knew no shame where they lit.
They bit me here, and itched me there,
as over my body they flit.
I tore off my shirt, and stomped the dirt,
and swept my britches down.
I twisted and turned, no shame did I burn,
as I danced like a crazy clown.
I have suffered much, and burned my touch,
and spent hours in agony.
But I have never known, the indignity shown,
from the itch of a 'gole-dern' flea.
"Little flea, I say, when you come to 'play'
I woulden't mind if you cam alone.
But the next time, my 'friend',when you come again,
leave all of your relatives home."
This was written when we moved into a rented house for a year,and it was infested with flea's.My friend Shirley Morales, came to visit, and laughed so hard at me, trying to get rid of the flea's ,she bet me that I coulden't write a poem about it. This poem is the results of the bet.