Hello!
I know I haven't been here for a while (did you miss me?) and I know what I am posting is not new (sorry!). But! Having spent the last hour reclaiming my window ledges from the hoards of flies that have decided to use them as their last resting place, I thought this 'poem' deserved another outing...
Ode to a fly!
Could somebody please tell me why,
at the end of the short life of a fly,
when they can go here or there
or in fact anywhere,
that they land on my window ledge when they die?
They really are such a pest,
when on my ledges they get laid to rest.
And they bring all their friends
the procession never ends,
and they really put my nerves to the test!
So a solution to this problem I must find.
And, I already have something in mind!
I'll try employing a spider,
to make my ledges tidier,
then my problem will be an eight legged kind....
at the end of the short life of a fly,
when they can go here or there
or in fact anywhere,
that they land on my window ledge when they die?
They really are such a pest,
when on my ledges they get laid to rest.
And they bring all their friends
the procession never ends,
and they really put my nerves to the test!
So a solution to this problem I must find.
And, I already have something in mind!
I'll try employing a spider,
to make my ledges tidier,
then my problem will be an eight legged kind....
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