The Flea (a poem of my Grans)

I think that I shall never see,
A bug so lovely as a flea.

A flea whose little mouth can peck
You, from your ankle to your neck.

A flea who leaves a bump so hard
That no amount of salt and lard

Will bring to norm your tattooed legs,
Till of your blood hes had the dregs.

Alas,we can't tell the he from she...
Kill off the shes and there he'd be !

June 6,1935 EJB

My grand mothers essay of a flea.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That was funny... I guess we can pay tribute to anything to matter how big or small.

[Sheila Kline]

How wonderful to post this tribute for your Grans in the form of a poem as she knows it!
Very cute too!! Now hand me that salt and lard........lol