Sam The Randy Flea

There was once a little flea
Going by the name of Sam.
He face lit up with glee
Cos he was as randy as a ram.

His idea of sex was strange
Sucking blood was just a start
And to make a small change
He'd end it with a fart.

Sam's face always had a smile
But he missed the facts of life
By ignoring them and denial.
No wonder he had no wife.

No doubt the time was near
When he would be put right.
Words of advice in his ear
So he could have one sultry night.

The life span of a flea was short
Living through two phases of the moon
His borrowed time was almost bought
And his little brain would expire soon.

But alas on one unfortunate day
He attached himself to a scraggly mog
And fell helpless to flea spray
And was flushed down a dirty bog.

This poem has a worthy meaning
Listen to your friends advice indeed
As Sam would really be screaming
About not spreading his saucy seed.

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