A'Flit
I must admit
That bit by bit,
My thoughts alight
And then they split.
They won’t commit
Or stop and sit;
They touch down then
Proceed to flit.
And so, to wit,
I will submit
To sometimes throwing
Quite a fit.
For it takes grit
To not permit
One’s fortitude
To up and quit
When we are hit
In stomach’s pit
By what’s implied
From that first flit.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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