The little fellow was a flea.
He said, “I’m looking for a spot, you see,
To settle down and raise a fam,
And take their pictures with a cam;
Perhaps, I’ll start a fam’ly tree.”
~
I said, “So, why’d you pick a mutt like me?
I’m lean and mangy as can be.
Perhaps you cannot see the sham
In coming to this barren ham,
When there are others, just as free.
~
“See that Dalmatian over there?
Why, he’s got spots, and some to spare.
And there’s the cheetah, pretty cool,
And that hyena by the pool –
Giraffes or zebras, I don’t care!”
~
“On zebras, those are stripes” he said,
“Giraffes have rates way o’er my head,
You know what those hyenas eat,
And I can’t catch the cheetah’s feet,
To climb aboard and claim a stead.
~
“And that Dalmatian, I must say,
Does have the spots to give away.
The reason that I cannot bear
To bite that canine, plump and fair,
Is he gets bathed most ev’ry day.”
r. nuñez, 11/2013
About the Creator
r. nuñez
I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.
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