Sexing Flies
Joan found her husband George
Indulging in a strange caper
Stalking about the kitchen
With a rolled up newspaper
"What on earth are you doing?"
She asked with annoyance.
"I’m doing battle with flies"
Was his proud response
"Have you killed any yet?"
She asked, walking to the door
"Three male and two female
Is the current score”
"How can you sex a fly?"
Asked a now interested Joan
"I killed three on a beer can;
The other two were on the phone"
Copyright © Paul Curtis | Year Posted 2011
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