The Cat's Got Fleas

The cat's got fleas  
The cat's got fleas  

Please, please  
Please, please  

Appease my need  
For lack of fleas  
They're in my tea  
And on the chair  
 On my clothes  
And in my hair  
Where they come from  
I don't know  
 All the remedies are  
working too slow  
I've tried to bath her  
She claws like a bear  
 My skin now sore  
It's beginning to tear  
I've used the chemicals  
That ebay sent  
 I might have to wait  
For new ones  
Scientists invent  
I'm sick to death  
Of those little blighters  
 I've burnt quite a few  
With Zippo lighters!  
Yes, It seems they're  
Here to stay  
 It's had no use  
Trying to wish them away  
If this is what it takes  
To own a cat  
 I'd rather swap her  
For a nice new hat  
On reflection  
The cause may not be  
My cat after all  
 Another feline  
I thought the cat-  
flap too small  
The Ginger Tom  
Sneaks in, out of sight  
 To drop off his hitchhikers  
Then slip away in the night  
Now, I've designed a trap  
To catch the intruder  
 Who eats, shoots  
fleas, and leaves  
I wish I'd thought of  
It sooner  
An axe,  
With swinging  
Nun chucks and chain
 I just hope it  
doesn't leave  
Any blood  
Or a stain..........
Written by Vamps
Published | Edited 11th Sep 2019
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