TOBY AND FLEA

A poem written for my grandson

TOBY AND HIS FLEA

 

A flea lived on the knee of Toby,

Toby said, “Get off of me!”

“Oh, don’t be mean to me”, said flea

“I really like it on your knee”.

 

“I used to live upon your bottom,

But you couldn’t see me there.

It was rather smelly too,

I much prefer it here”.

 

So now he lives on Toby’s knee

For all to see, Toby and flea

And although it is erroneously

Toby calls him Ant on knee.

Reviews

[elitheport]

Thank you for your time in reading my poem and in commenting. I tried to upload my sketch to go with it - didn't succeed yet.

[Ni1408]

I think this should be a cartoon, it's so sweet. I love the relationship.