Our Pet's Pets
Suddenly our old cat's a spring chicken,
He's leaping about like a kitten,
It seems much more frequent,
The need for some treatment,
The fleas make him jump when he's bitten.
I'm a flea on the back of your cat,
And I'm not very happy with that,
I know I'm not blameless,
But don't make me homeless,
I don't earn enough for a flat.
Well I am the cat in the question,
Trying to make an impression,
There's no bed and breakfast,
For fleas that are downcast,
Regardless that there's a recession.
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Big fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite them, and little fleas have lesser fleas, and so ad infinitum.
What Can Make You Happy?
Are you happy right now or sad?
Are you bitter about your present condition?
You wonder what is wrong with your life
You wonder why others are happy
And question why some are so sad
Are happy people born that way?
Or happiness is a state of mind
What can make you happy?
Will having more money make you happy?
How much money do you need to make you happy?
If you are single and not happy!
Will having a new lover make you happy?
Will getting married make you happy?
If you are married, and not happy!
Will having more children make you happy?
Will sleeping with other people make you happy?
If you are a professional and not happy!
Will changing your profession make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will getting drunk everyday make you happy?
Will taking a new drug make you happy?
Will buying a new car make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will moving to a bigger house make you happy?
Will been promoted at work make you happy?
Will been the head of your organization
Make you happy
What can make you happy?
Always remember that what makes
You happy can make the others sad
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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You just need to be a flea against injustice. Enough committed fleas biting strategically can make even the biggest dog uncomfortable and transform even the biggest nation.
quote by Marian Wright Edelman
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No Thank You
No I do not want a kitten,
No cute, cuddly kitty-poo,
No more long hair in my cornflakes,
No more midnight meowing mews,
No more scratchin', snarlin', spitters
No more sofas clawed to shreds,
No more smell of kitty litter,
No more mousies in my bed.
No, I will not take that kitten--
I've had lice and I've had fleas,
I've been scratched and sprayed and bitten,
I've developed allergies.
If you've got an ape, I'll take him,
If you have a lion, that's fine,
If you brought some walking bacon,
Leave him, here, I'll treat him kind.
I have room for mice and gerbils,
I have beds for boars and bats,
But please, please take away that kitten--
Quick--'fore it becomes a cat.
Well...it is kind of cute at that.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Flea
A flea that bit you had bitten me too.
The two bloods mingled for single blood.
The flea’s body is our marriage lobby.
Neither shame nor sin would accrue since than.
Nor would you have grown any weaker too.
By yielding to me and getting my blood
You would shed no grace nor honour either.
You will make me than the flea happier.
Your yielding to me will not do more harm
Than what the flea has done to you, dear.
[the verse of John Donne, The Flea, rewritten]
20.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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They Rode My Back Like Hungry Fleas
The teachers I initially had,
Earlier in my developing life...
I despised.
Yes.
I thought them to be insensitive and mean.
And I held onto that belief,
With thoughts they were purposely picking on me.
And it took me years to realize their critiques,
Were from expectations they wanted me to reach.
They knew inside me I can and could do better.
They knew inside me an opportunity,
I did not then see.
But a pushing with their efforts increased my abilities.
The teachers I initially had,
Earlier in my developing life...
I despised.
Yes.
I thought them to be insensitive and mean.
And I held onto that belief,
With thoughts they were purposely picking on me.
Just to ride on my back like a pack of hungry fleas.
'Mister Pertillar?
I've read your essay...
'They Rode My Back Like A Pack Of Hungry Roaches'.
Change 'roaches' to 'fleas'.
Fleas are blood suckers.'
But...
My essay is about teachers I hate.
'I hate roaches too!
However...
If you accept my recommendation,
You will eventually come to realize...
The usage of 'fleas' will have a uniqueness.
And a far better bite.
I suggest...
'They Rode My Back Like Hungry Fleas''
There is no pleasing 'you' people,
Is it?
'Excuse me?
What did you say? '
They Rode My Back Like Hungry Fleas.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Strange Disease
You make me dream of ghostly fleas
And bring policemen to their knees -
I have to say, because of this,
That loving you's a stange disease.
Sometimes you make me want to sneeze
Because I've smelt some mouldy cheese,
And then afar on distant seas
I hear your laughter on the breeze
I've seen a mousetrap in your eyes
And lots of mice, and more besides,
And yet you make me dream of fleas
By feeding me on bits of cheese.
Can you explain why you do this
And won't allow a single kiss
When loving you's a strange disease
That brings policemen to their knees?
Or do you think you're very wise
By trapping me inside your eyes?
One day I'll snap and start to scream
To break out from this awful dream!
I must insist you hug me too
Because I love you through and through,
You'll realise this love is true
When I stick to you like Superglue! !
The simple fact is plain to see
That you and I make history,
My burning love has made me drool
And in return you've acted cruel,
But will this poem ever end
Like the bitter parting from a friend?
Please stick to me like Superglue.
Whatever you do, I'll do too! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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The Flea Market (Fun Poem 68)
When I was just a little nipper,
I cycled along to see
a flea market on the green.
I parked my bike,
and then sat down in the tall grass.
No one had to me
that they gave away fleas there too.
Therefore, while I was sitting there
one jumped on my ass,
and when I got back to school
and went to park my bike.
The little beggar bit
and I went dancing around
doing the flea-a-me-jig.
I must have looked a sight for sure,
a sight for sore eyes
as I racked my rear end to bits,
jumping around like a bouncing ball.
I either got him,
or he fell of dizzy as hell,
but he never bit me again.
29 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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It's not the fleas of the dog that make the cat meow.
Make Somebody Happy
Make somebody happy
Make somebody happy
Make somebody happy
Make somebody happy
Love me...love me with all your heart
And I will..and I will..i will...
I will...i will
I will take care of you
Make somebody happy
Make somebody happy
Make somebody happy
Make somebody happy
Just you...just having you by my side
I will..and I will..and I will..i will...
I will..i will...
I will be satisfied
Make somebody happy
Make somebody happy
Make somebody happy
Make somebody happy
Repeat chorus and vamp out
song performed by by Santana
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Fleas, lice
fleas, lice
the cat too
fleeing me
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Fleas
My thoughts are like fleas,
Eternally skipping.
I try as I please
To prevent their slipping,
To probe them for more meant
Than my wit can utter;
But out of the torment
They quiver and flutter,
Dance, sparkle, and vanish
With insolent ease.
To hold or to banish
My thoughts are like fleas.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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To A Love Poem You Twitch Your Face
This time,
As a critique of a love poem you
Read my lines and twitch your face
You cannot believe
What I write
that I for once was true
That I can now be true to you
For once I make this plea
Dust off the fleas
Of sin and prejudice
It is me, I once loved you,
And you knew
It was true but you never believed it,
it is me now, ready to love you again
My love,
Love changes everything
And that does not exclude me,
Do stamp your feet now
Crush all those fleas
And do not twitch your face,
hear me, strike me, i deserve
the punishment
having left you
long time ago
This is me
Ready to love you again, this is my plea.
please listen, spare, speak to me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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IF (remembered)
IF I were to write
The poetics of a termite
I might as well bite
Or a flea I could be
Jump and jump
In a jubilee
And take some
Blood with me
Into the air
Into the vast
Universe
Of a man’s hairy arm
IF I were to
Judge other poets
Here those
Who write
Like a tyke
And attired with lots of spikes
I would give them ticks
For some kicks
I would give sticks
To make them pick
And climb the highest peak
And kiss the eagle’s beak
I’ll give them kites
To fly to heights
I’ll make them feel
The strength of steel
And make a deal
To hone their weal.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thoughts, like fleas, jump from man to man, but they don't bite everybody.
quote by Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
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The Chicken
Please don't eat me, the chicken said
I will clean your floors and make your bed
I will rise each morning, make breakfast for you
And if you need, I will help you chew
The cow in the pasture, is much bigger than me
Please eat more beef and set me free!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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I Pray Ole
Lets say goodbye till tomorrow
With a word sincere
How do you make it through the night
I hope to God youre still here
I pray ole
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
I pray
I pray
Its a God eat God world
Its a dogs tomorrow
And the song and wind
Brings nothing but sorrow
Oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho, oh ho oh ho
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through
Can you make, can you make it through, can you make it
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
song performed by by David Bowie
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