Harvey

Harvey climbed a tree

hoping he would see

far out to open sea.

But his heart felt plea plea

caught the ears

of just a flea.

I think you would agree

flea thought it was queen bee

or had parted the Red Sea.

The words of his decree

acted not

like he’s peewee.

They shouted loudly

in their glee, acting like

he was banshee.

Fleas are not trainees

We drink life like

it’s Chablis.

Unlike wannabe, Harvey.

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Now Harvey took this hard

like the words were a graveyard

knew the flea was a blowhard

knocked him down to the backyard.

The flea, now feeling charred

yelled real loud like he was bard

metaphors were his punch cards

his demeanor, avant-garde.

His voice like a lifeguard

Saying he would discard

actions by a blowhard,

he felt big, a St. Bernard.

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Harvey spoke with disregard,

flea was hardly honor guard

so he pulled out a special card,

then he called Scotland Yard.

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The flea was cuffed by a guard

who tossed him like a playing card

into a patch of some swiss chard,

flea pleas scoffed at, like a junkyard.

And Harvey in the tree

flexed his muscles’ hyperbole

saw his life become carefree.

Because he saw far out to sea

a ship who’s flag you will agree

was monumentally marquis

proudly flapped it said WHOOPEE.