The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is SIESTA
And my response shall be this humorous verse:
The Siesta & The Flea
Basking by the sea,
an hour of serenity
a siesta snooze for me
until a wandering flea
hops up on my knee.
Since he’s just a Spanish flea
él no lo entiende me
when I order him to leave:
Dejalo, beat it, flee!
But he seems to fancy my knee.
Not.
Swat.
Oh, Nature, please forgive
this may seem vindictive
but no pest’s gonna live
anywhere near me.
Amigable though he be,
he is still a Spanish flea.
🙂
I wrote this with some help from the Spanish translation program at Lexico.
Hope there aren’t glaring linguistic errors.
Christine's Collection 
Great post 😁
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Thank you. Inspired by the old tune many readers won’t even remember. 🙂
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I flee at the sight of fleas, Spanish or not!
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Good plan, Keith. They find the English just as tasty, though not as conversant. 😉
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I would not have given the flea a second thought… Swat, you’re dead!
This was fun!
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That’s about it. SWAT! Then write a poem about it. You know the poetic type, like Bobby Burns with his “Ode to a Louse.” :). Thanks for your comment.
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🙂
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That’s funny! Made me chuckle and reminds me of Edward Lear
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Thank you. Glad it gave you a chuckle.
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