The Flea by Jeremy Lloyd

Jock is a Scottish Circus flea

Could jump a height of one foot three.

And in his kilt, both short and brief

Could bend a mouse hair in his teeth.

He used to get his best applause

As in his silver spangled drawers

And rubber shoes, lest he should slip,

He’d lift a great big orange pip.

Alas, ambition drove too hard

He tried to life a playing card.

And with assistance from a friend

He got it to stand up on end.

Now sad to say, poor Jock is dead.

The ace of spades fell on his head.

That fatal card!


by Jeremy Lloyd


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Poetry, theatre, literature, films, reviews and various other matters. Primarily Russian and Welsh subjects.

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