A FLEA STORY

A flea Story
By R. Meuser

Harry had a little dog
with a flea as white as snow.
Everywhere that puchie went
the flea, henceforth, did go.

Harry sprayed the pup with DDT
to kill that flea it's said.
In 24hrs. the flea remained
but little dog was dead.

Harry buried his little dog
and the flea, or so he thought.
But the flea jumped on Harry's leg
and climbed where he hadn't ought.

Harry began to itch and scratch
it nearly drove him crazy.
He dropped his drawers and there it was
perched upon his daisy.

Harry pondered what to do
with that pesky flea.
He decided to piss him off
when he went to pee.

Harry drank two quarts of water
his bladder was about to pop.
When he went to take a leak
he thought he would never stop.

That flea was a tough old cuss
he began to swim up stream.
Nobody was going to piss him off
for he was too damn mean.

When the stream of yellow stopped
Harry was surprised he found
the flea had not left at all
it was still around.

Harry grabbed that can of DDT
and sprayed himself that day.
The flea stayed in good health
but Harry's daisy passed away.

There is a moral to this story
this is what it is.
NEVER kill a flea with DTT
when you taking a wizz.