Under a magnifying glass I observed an extraordinary flea, <br />it was dressed as a lumberjack, chopping down a tree. <br />It got into a rhythm and many trees were felled with its axe, <br />at dusk it’s day was over, and made it’s way down the track. <br /> <br />I followed it through the forest with my magnifying glass, <br />it came to a cottage, got out the mower and cut the grass. <br />When it had finished it went inside and turned on the light, <br />at ten the light went out and someone said, “Goodnight.”<br /><br />Orlando Belo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flea-3/
