Bitten by the bug, Regency London swarmed
to Signor Bertolotto's Exhibition of Industrious Fleas.
Here, he presented the world on a microscopic scale,
slyly suggesting, we are no better than these hoppers.
The males unworkable, only females he would use, train them to
minute balls or harnessed with a copper thread, made to pull
fashioned by watchmakers to display their art. For the finale
an enactment of Waterloo, to rouse from his audience victorious
Devoted to his troupe, he paid their salaries with his own
aware his greedy divas would bleed him dry if they could.
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Stephen Bone would be
pleased to hear them