A Helpless Flea Poem by Phil Soar
A Helpless Flea
Down in the woods beneath an old oak tree
Lived a homeless little helpless flea
He was lonely and sad and quite a grump
And the reason was that he couldn't jump
No passing temporary home for a day
For this flea with the grump and not much to say
So he sat on his own until he was almost done
And within a few months the little flea was gone
Friday, February 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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8/15/2025 8:28:16 AM # 1.0.0
Old oak! But, there is hope. Nice work.