Flea flee!

 

Flea flee!

You’ve been around 100 million years     

Causing misery, the shedding of tears.

The armour on your outer shell

I really think you’ve come from hell.

 

Smaller than a grain of rice

I'm needing to take a vet’s advice.

And of you I’m so afraid

The species that spread the black death plague.

 

You can jump as high as my knee

Wish you’d stay away from me!

This really is my personal space

When I scratch spots upon my face.

 

You may lay two thousand eggs.

And of your powerful strong hind legs

You jump on me to have a feed,

A painful itch that scabs and bleeds.

 

You have no skin but many hairs

And seem to crawl out of nowhere!

In my bedding you make your lair

In cushions, chairs – just anywhere!

My floorboards and my pretty rugs

Are full of larvae and flea bugs,

My throws are full of blood suckers

You really are such motherfuckers.

 

Got comfortable in my nice warm home –

Stay near your host to live and roam.

Over time you will infest

In my house, I am so stressed!

 

Can’t see you on close inspection

But you have left me with an infection.

Sucked up blood, pierced through my skin

Spread your filthy germs and toxins.

 

You still survive if you don’t eat

In my house that has warm heat.

You used my cat to let yourself in

She’s scratching her sore animal skin.

 

Through the trees and on a breeze

In my home spreading your disease.

Of flea borne Lyme and tapeworm

Enough to make  me cringe and squirm.

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

28^th October 2023