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