they feast among things
I will not mention
to make me ill is
their intention
they land on my nose
while I am sleeping
across my plate
I find them creeping
unwanted at picnics and
parties those dam elusive
smarties
every time I spot a squatting
fly
I grab the swatter or at
leased I try
raise the hand with a
motion so swift
one dead fly with the
weapon I lift
sometimes the fly has long
flown another execution
that I have blown
of all gods creations earth
and sky
why did he make
the fly