The King And The Flea Poem by TALAL KASSAD

The King And The Flea



THE CHORUS

A small but cunning flea once vowed
To make the kingdom shout aloud-

To kill the king and then his spouse,
Who pride themselves and oft carouse.

When setting out to launch the strife
She tried to kill him ere his wife.

By less a needle than a dart
She left him almost sick at heart.

Repeating fighting day and night,
She made him muster troops to fight.

When falling short of fighting her
He left the flea to win the spur.

Again the flea began to sting
To leave the kingdom with no king.

As though the king began to dance,
But love and humor had no chance

He started jumping up with pain.
Remorseful tears then fell like rain.

When all the army strove in vain
The insect drove the king insane.

THE KING

I awe allegiance to thine grace,
But let me cure my crimson face.

If what you need is but the throne,
Then come but let me stay alone!

THE CHORUS

She tried his patience once again
So that he fell and struck his brain.

THE KING

I wished the damsels came like thee.
But that was all to fight a flea.

THE CHORUS

No longer can he catch his breath
Because his fate was that of death.

THE CHORUS

The flea then wept and sadly said:
“The prideful hero broke his head”

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chom Chom 01 February 2008

Sweet and funny, Sweet like honey

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
TALAL KASSAD

TALAL KASSAD

Syrian Arab Republic
Close
Error Success