I combed and combed

Posted on October 21, 2012 9:11 pm by VinceT Comment

Fur
so matted
I thought
it carpet
I combed
and combed
and combed
some more
Fearing this feline
might
embaldened be
Obsessive
compulsive
repulsive
old me
Combing
and combing
and combing
for fleas

[from Ben's prompt: "Fleas"]
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