The Flea Epilogue

Nay good sir, I do request kindly that you cease,

Thine incessant pursuit truly makes my interest decrease;

You know that no matter how much you try,

I shall not fall into your net and will forever deny;

Surely you must contain your never-ending lies,

They fail altogether in strengthening our ties;

What possibly have led you to think

That I am so easy to hoodwink,

And the ship of my reputation sink?

It is an inescapable truth that you so readily refuse,

To sleep with me, a flea is not the perfect excuse;

I am not what you so ardently crave,

Thus, I understand not why in such a manner you behave;

Is it the outcome of thy lust

That you turn my honor into dust?

Have you not a drop of shame,

That you so willingly wish to sully my name?

For you, are these matters of love just a game?

Take heed of my father’s wrath,

Nothing shall end well in the aftermath;

The thing that I so invariably withhold,

Is more important than your lustful passion tenfold;

Art thou such a man with every other mistress,

Or am I the only subject that you thus distress?

Although thy charming personality would another woman ensnare,

You must, I beg you, my prestige spare;

And now wake up from thy nightmare!