A Bad Case Of Fleas Poem by poppy miller

A balmy scented evening
A martini in my hand
Enjoying the peace and quiet
When Count Basie struck up the band.

Ella Fitz was calling Billy Bailey
But he ‘didn't wanna go home'
Louis Armstrong belting out ragtime
While Quincy Jones rattled trombone.

Man! They were there before my eyes
Hoppin' over my gate
I swigged my drink in one fell swoop
My heart was a leapin' at such a rate.

There was "Shorty" Georgie Snowdon
Trippin' the lindy hop
Cab Calloway was a-swillin' down
Whiskey from his jitterbug pot.

People were hoppin' and shakin'
Like a bad case of fleas
Like they was shakin' their brains out
Rockin' on their knees.

Well… Who needs a quiet evening?
Someone pass me a jitter pot
Oh man, my fleas are a-jumpin'
An' I'm feelin' hot to trot.

(GROOVY)


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