Poem -
Look at his little face
How sad
Sad little flea
Such burden
For within Your engorged abdomen
Lies his swollen left hand
It's shape, peculiar
It's structure, lethal
Incubating Y bacterium
Injecting Why delirium
Sad little flee
What a host you have become
Most odious of parasite
An infliction upon humanity.
Comments
My Dear Friend Gerard,
When I started to read your poem, for one "fleating" moment, I felt some compassion. But as I read on, it "bugged" me to no end.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx
A bit of humour is always a good thing Larry, thanks for stopping by.
Dear Gerard,
So glad I tickled your funny bone.
Peace and Love,
Larry xxx