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Fly on the Wall
I woke up before
The cat and the mouse.
When the sun came up
At Henderson’s house.
Martha is baking,
I must take a taste
Of batter splatters.
They can’t go to waste!
The TV is on.
I’ll take a quick look.
Wait! I smell a crumb
In Martha’s cook book.
The trash can is full-
It’s calling my name.
I think I will play
The grub diving game.
Yum! That hit the spot.
Yawn, I need a nap.
I’ll catch a quick snooze
On Johnny’s ball cap.
The view is the best
Up on the brick wall;
I listen to Martha
Gab on her tenth call.
I zip and I buzz.
Baby is napping.
There’s juicy gossip-
Martha’s still yapping.
It’s stuffy in here-
Need fresh air right now,
So I will fly out
To dance on a cow.
The farm yard is great
The cow patties - sweet
But I smell baked goods
Warm, ready to eat.
The window is open,
There’s milk in a glass,
My dessert awaits me,
Today’s been a gas!
That pie’s on the sill-
I’ll take a few bites.
What’s that? Swat, swat, splat!
Eeeeewww, out went my lights!
By Susan Burd © 2012
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