Poem -

FLEA BAG

MY DOG SCRATCHES ENDLESS , IT SEEMS
I GUESS IT'S FLEAS, ONE HUNDRED OR THREE!
SPRAY, DIP OR BATHE, MAKES NO DIFFERENCE, YOU SEE
WHATEVER I DO, SHE STILL HAS FLEAS
SHE RUNS HER BACK ACROSS THE FLOOR
RUNS AND JUMPS AND BARKS AT THE DOOR
IF SHE COULD TALK, I THINK SHE WOULD SAY  "GET RID OF THESE FLEAS OR YOU'LL HAVE THE DEVIL TO PAY"
TRY, TRY, TRY, THOUGH USELESS IT SEEMS
GETTING RID OF THESE FLEAS
IS MY WILDEST DREAM!!\

Jerry Jordan
 

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