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)