It was just a blood sucker flea on her,
And drooling lover goes metaphysical.
His meta is far beyond all her physics.
Please you go to flea market and buy
A pesticide to spray on where she sits
When the flea tries to sit on her body.
For you to draw a stuff metaphysical
Which is beyond a lover’s whimsical
You are making flea a marriage bed.
You entreat not to kill three in flea
It is sacred room this tiny flea’s body
To consummate union , you and she.
It is not a sinful union inside the flea
A maiden’s loss is negligible in body,
A metaphysics may be however silly.
( referring to the poem The flea by John Donne)