My Love was bitten by a bug
The Doctor's verdict: 'FLEAS!'
'Perhaps you gave your dog a hug,
Or sat him on your knee?'
My Love stood firm on Doctor's rug
Said 'These lumps weren't caused by fleas.
The dog's too butch to give a hug,
Or sit on anyone's knees!'
A second Doctor came in then
To examine My Love's knees.
He chewed his pen, then checked again,
Then gasped: 'Super fleas did these!'
'A course of pills should kill your fleas'
Agreed first Doctor in a while.
'Close the door, please, when you leave'
Said he, dismissing him with wry smile.
My Love's now bugged with second batch
Of spots and lumps and pimples.
Allergic to those pills perhaps?
The answer's much more simple!
Those new black trousers My Love wore
Last week, were full of seizing.
They caused the itch - he scratched of course,
Today they're pegged on the washing line, drying! By Betty Lightfoot
Wentworth Road, Swinton
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