A flea at a rock concert would be displaced
In the throng and the hubbub, the heady embrace,
It’s clearly a fact and it now must be faced;
A flea at a rock concert would be disgraced.
Worms, ants and grasshoppers come one and all,
Roll up to the rendezvous, crawl to the ball,
But a flea at a rock concert itching to dance
Would surely be pre-booked in somebody’s pants.
Beetles in leathers could come to the show,
Black on black armies might line the front rows,
But a flea at a rock concert, dressed up or not,
Might just jump the gun in the late night fun slot.
Hopping the queue then to perch on an amp,
Gone for the day from the hide of a tramp,
A flea at a rock concert might be as odd
As a rock at a flea circus, all on its tod.
A flea at a rock concert would be too much,
One bug too many in the frenzied rush,
Press speculation and all jokes aside,
If I said it would show on the night - then I lied!