My Pet Fleas

I have a swarm of fleas as pets.

On cushions, rugs and duvet sets

they flit about and have their fun.

My domicile is overrun


with titchy little minibeasts.

They bite my legs; they like to feast

and do I stop them? I do not:

for though they may be hard to spot 


they mean an awful lot to me.

Our home is quite the jamboree

of itchy, scritchy, scratchy joy. 

I cherish every girl and boy 


and keep them deep within my soul,

for tending fleas is my life’s goal. 

I love my pets, and that is that. 

They live with me, and with my cat.

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