Joe Maverick Poet Rhyme

A Fly, High On Wallpower

If I were to be a fly on a ''wall'' I would like to be 500ft long and around 100 high,
it would be good to keep my poetic consciousness, and I would surely try!
try the highest altitude, and my top speed through the sky,
OH! then to scan the seas and oceans, and find the deepest pit!

I would gaze down on all creation, and make a moonlight flit,
I would seek a demolition site, and there come in to land,
upon a wall around my match yes, that would suit my plans!
then with my grip unmatchable & a tug from my humming wings,
I would tear off a chunk to take away with its reinforcing bands!

I’d use my super sensitive hearing to find that dratted man,
or there may be many  in different places l the entire world around
OH! be it Beijing,  London or N. Y. City,
When the fly on his flying wall is finished they won't be looking pretty!
and when my slammin's over and I’ve really made a hit! 
I’ll gather any I missed first time round, now where was that ocean pit?…

© Joe Maverick 24-1-2011

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Michelle Mac Donald May 27, 2012 at 9:34 PM That's one big angry fly with busy thoughts, Joe! I'm sure it would give a messy ending to that 'dratted man'...men! "A Fly High, On The Wallpaper" won't miss a trick! Best wishes Joe, Love, Mikki

Gwendolen Song March 26, 2012 at 6:07 PM Oh, the adventures you could pursue as this fly on the wall!...Very ingenious idea for a poem, Joe...You took me along with you in flight!...:) Gwendolen

Elizabeth Wesley August 12, 2011 at 9:29 PM I've made plenty a mess with the danged things. Always there uninvited. Your words give added zest to the pursuit.

Merv Webster April 8, 2011 at 5:05 PM Let's pray that this mutation is only in your imagination Joe otherwise it could be messy. then again it might be seen as modern art. Keep flying Joe. Merv

James Foulk April 5, 2011 at 9:55 AM a great read, enjoyed it. thank you for reading a dream of mother and for your comment.

Andrea Dietrich January 29, 2011 at 5:27 PM Joe, it looks like you sure got inspired by all the fly limericks posted! and came up with your special brand of humor. The title you gave this is really a hoot, high on wall paper. The fly sounds like someone getting high on smelling the wallpaper plaster or something. Luv it, Andrea

Nette Onclaud January 26, 2011 at 11:07 AM smoking from beginning to end, joe... you really fly with this creative piece! winning wishes in the contest! :) huggs, nette

Carol Sunshine Brown January 25, 2011 at 8:46 AM Enjoyed reading your poetry today Joe. I hope you are having a wonderful day. Love, Carol

Carolyn Devonshire January 24, 2011 at 2:21 PM If I saw a fly that big, I'd run for cover, Joe. But where could I hide -- it seems this fly gets around. This would make a great movie theme, Joe! Cool poem and I wish you success in the contest. Perhaps that ocean pit will quickly fill up with the fly's victims. By the way, the check is in the mail. Thanks for sending the book; I'm enjoying it. Love, Carolyn