Ode to the Flea
An odious pipsqueak of creation's design
Peaceful concomity infuses with rage,
The audacious flea, whose antics engage
In consort, man's mind and might, to assign
Him a permanent place, that his heirs can't trace!
Mysterious purpose seriously amok,
Invested in this infestous disaster,
Defies knowing! Or is that pursuit to suck
From us life sustaining serum? Who's master
Of his pesky fate, is for me, the debate!!
This ruinous remembrance of the first to fall
Out of grace, aggravating, hopscotching pest
Whose demise, unanimous acclaim doth call
Down on him, the witch's potion to ingest...
Immodest infusion's certain conclusion!
What does it mean when a pet dog gets the fleas,
Treats them like unasked for guests who overstay?
Could this friend to man bring us to our knees,
Should we permit him, our hospitality, betray?
Dread future, dog and flea...incompatibility!
--Le Goobairre Extrodinarre
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