the Flea Commander
slapped his walking stick
upon the table bare
surveying his battle plan
testing his jumping legs
assembled before him were
flea battalions on the ground
restless for the attack;
mosquitoes and flies to buzz the air,
giant bedbug tanks from New York
gnats, moths, and crawlies eager for blood to suck
bat sentries, owl look-outs
coyotes to howl signals out
all was ready.
“Now,” he began slowly
"The family in there does not yet suspect
and we must not relinquish to them
our element of surprise.
We don't want them to get a chance to mobilize
until after we attack
and have gained our cache of blood-
surprise before they discover
where our larvae lay,
before they deploy their canisters of Raid
or insect repellents
before they open their bomb sprays
before they wash their beddings
before they deploy their expensive flea sprays
and lethal flea droplets;
we want to hide in their beds, and dig in
we want to hide in their animals fur
in their clothing
and before morning we will have established
our impenetrable beachhead.
"So," he said "ready your selves for the strike this night
as they lie asleep."
With that he stood
his flea legs elevating him
above the others, shouting
"Are you with me?"
A roar went up
and I watching from my hiding place
saying to myself;
"Not this year you suckers
you’ll get your own surprise!"
I'm with you! Stinkin' ants and fleas. Just spent $500 at the vet for our flea infested dog with "hot spots" We were pretty diligent about the frontline, just not diligent enough. Great part one story. Patrick
Giggle...this had me in stitches, Lonnie!!!! Tooooo funny....and the imagery was priceless! I can see you lurking behind a chair in the living room..planning your defense!!! Thanks for the chuckles!!!