ITCHY BITCH REDUX
Poor Gyppy lately’s been an itchy bitch,
Which makes her slurp and nibble on her flank,
Trying to salve that agonizing itch,
Perhaps believing it a pesky prank
Some woeful enemy has pulled on her,
As if there could be such a nasty tease;
The real reason why this would occur
Is simply the maliciousness of fleas.
The medicine we give her to prevent
Such an incursion clearly hasn’t done
The salutary job for which it’s meant,
And our assault on fleas we haven’t won,
So, now around her neck she wears a cone
That amplifies her sighs—a megaphone.