‘The Flea (A Retort)’ by Paul Brown The Society July 29, 2015 Humor, Poetry Do forgive me strange little man If I’d rather remove your hands Than risk a trip to the clinic For laying with one so unhygienic Who must slumber with hounds at night To have contracted such a parasite. Tis not me who should be bested. But surely tis you who should be tested. I fear what the flea may have ingested. Enough, speak no more of marriage As if ‘twere white horse and golden carriage. Do not besmirch the church, dear sir, But do medicate your bright red blister. The words you speak are blasphemy; A connubial coupling will not be. So honor my gentle behest, Though it may cause you some painful distress, Please take your wandering eyes off my breasts. As for the flea you no more see, It was never innocent trinity. Nor was it guilty in the main, For instincts it was unable to tame. Perhaps you should heed the shepherd Who waxes with a passion unfettered. Offer love at its pinnacle. Confess true. Be not so equivocal Nor, for the heart’s sake, metaphysical. Paul Brown is currently a full-time English Instructor at the University of South Carolina. He was most recently published in The New Guard Literary Review and Milkfist. Featured Image: The Flea-Catcher (Boy with his Dog) – Gerard Terborch Related Post “When Clouds Roll In” by Michael Maibach On sunny days We’re filled with “me.” “I’m on my own And feeling free!” We have our job, And casual friends. The world feels strong Lik... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.