The Flea

Everyday after school, the book is full of flea

Everyday at home, a pain it can be.

Without the flea the grade doesn’t flow

Through the report card, thus life doesn’t glow.

If I let the flea be flying

Than will end up crying down

The dream, will remain a dream

With the light of kindled crown.

Having the flea, the hope is full.

Not having it, life is dull.