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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