Mr. Fly and Mr. Flea

Said Mr. Fly to Mr. Flea,
"I don't know how you even see.
Your little pupils, I surmise,
Are nothing next to compound eyes."

Said Mr. Flea to Mr. Fly,
"Such angry words, I wonder why?
Is it because, for all your wit,
You spend your days consuming shit?"

Then both sat still, afraid to be.
Sad Mr. Fly, sad Mr. Flea.

-Sam