A flea sat in the poodle's hair <br />because he had been stationed there. <br />His mother left to bug a cat <br />that's where she stayed and soon got fat. <br />One day the master brought some spray <br />just when the poodle meant to play. <br />He sprayed them both to kill the fleas <br />but through the window came a breeze. <br />It turned the vapours right around <br />and soon he fell down to the ground. <br />The fleas however were unscathed <br />until they were quite roughly bathed <br />inside a tub of foul solution <br />that had come from an institution <br />where poisons do originate <br />to give all fleas with death a date. <br /> <br />I sometimes wonder whether we <br />should have the only right to be. <br />Though, as a rule a flea is hiding <br />it could mean that he's law-abiding <br />and lives his life with honesty <br />so leave him be, if you ask me. <br /> <br />The little flea was left alive <br />to rest inside the hair and thrive. <br />He never figured out the reason <br />that poodles do not, with the season <br />lose hair and shed like other mutts <br />(that's why they get those razor cuts) . <br />But in the end he didn't care, <br />lived by the motto laissez-faire.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-fleas/
