So Okay, Helen...I fear my fellow 'catter may be right. This is an evil thread!!!! But, in that case......

A flea whiffed at my bicycle seat
And inquired, "Son, what do you eat?"
Says I, "One orange a day!"
He says, "Don't smell that way,"
"This is more like a polecat in HEAT!"

OR

"Neath a flatulent, bike riding Lass
Rode a flea, overcome by her gas.
"This bicycle seat's not for me,"
Gasped the poor flea,
"Unless she sticks an orange up her ass."

My apologies to all...but,uh...well......catspaw