By Josie Whitehead

Minibeast Poems Catch That Flea - Heading

The hardest minibeast to catch

    Must surely be the flea.

He caused my dog to sit and scratch

    And then he jumped on me.


He leapt onto my jacket first;

    Then bounced upon my arm.

His thoughts were on my human blood,

    So I viewed him with alarm.


My hand came down quite forcefully.

    He must have had his day!

But, no, he sprang onto my face

    And wanted just to play.


He saw my hand come after him,

    And, goodness, how he jumped,

But I was soon upon his track

    And bang! He felt a thump!


His day of biting both of us

    Had reached its nasty end,

And I told Rex to take more care

    With whom he makes a friend.


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