Flea Poem by Randy McClave

Itchy, irritating little pest
Now you have landed upon my chest
First upon my dog now you jump on me
I hate you, I hate you, you little flea
Every so often I will feel your bite
It brings me fear and also fright
Upon my body I want you off now
As I am not a cat or dog or bird or cow
I scratch and I pick as I try to find you
But where you are I have not a clue
And when I feel your bite I will give it a smack
Upon my body you will have no snack
My blood I will not let you take or steal
Remember flea, I am not a light meal
I now look at my dog and it seems to laugh
So, I will drown you little flea, with a bath.

Randy L. McClave