The Itch
A human wondered what to do
About this constant itch he felt
And when he scratched, the itch it grew
Especially around his leather belt.
The worst time was at night.
When full of hope he went to bed;
But whether turning left or right
This constant itching drove him mad.
Just once he thought the itch was gone
While scratching here, then there,
The itch, however, it moved on
Soon somewhere else to reappear.
No matter what he did or didn't do
The itching wouldn't go away.
The question was just what or who
Had joined him uninvited and did stay.
His guest though thought why should I roam
From here to there, since finally
I found a nice and warm and tasty home,
Just perfect for a hungry flea.