This has been a loooooonnnnnnnng day. I'm sitting down for the first time... I've been at the circulation desk at the library all day...circulating.
I have fleas in my house. I have sprayed the dining room carpet twice and put medicine on 3 cats, Poppy, Buttercup, and Bunny. And gave Gretchen, the dog, a flea pill. I'm worn out from flea fatigue. So, this afternoon I have to go buy another package of cat flea medicine and apply it to 3 more cats, Musey, Aussie, and Big Tom. Then I'll have to get a flea bomb for the garage. Then I'm done. Hoping the fleas will subside. Hoping for no more hopping.
So, I wrote a flea poem. Trust me, I wrote this from a true-life experience.
Flea
A flea, a flea
a flea on me
it’s on my toe
it’s on my knee
it’s hopping high
it’s hopping low
it’s on my neck
and my elbow
It’s on my leg
it’s on my shoeit hops so fast
what can I do
it’s hopping here
it’s hopping there
on my shoulder
in my hair.A flea, a flea
a flea on me
and I’m as mad
as I can be
I took a bath
I took a shower
I soaked and scrubbed
about an hour
and now the fleacannot be found
I’m glad to say
I think he drowned.
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| Buttercup and Poppy |
4 comments:
Ditto, ditto, ditto! How did you know all that was going on at my house? But I only have about twenty dozen fleas now, where before I think there were 20 million.
Great flea poem!
Do you remember Kenneth's story that he wrote, "EEch"? I don't know if I kept that. I'll have to look in my box of old stuff.
YES! I remember the giant flea!
Sorry y'all still have fleas. Hate 'em.
Kenneth wrote a story?
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