Fly Flipping Here and There

An early morning appetiser to help breakfast go down better. TC This just to whet your appetite As A Fly Does What would it be like to be a Fly? Buzzing around wondering why Flitting from lampshade to curtain and back, Dodging the cobwebs and flyswats that crack Landing on baldheads about to sleep, Tickling their forearms and couping a “bleep” How silly a fly simply has to be, Annoying people just like a flea Stirring them up to a frightful degree, Until one can’t stand it and flattens at least three Who can blame them it can’t be much fun, The higher they fly the nearer the sun Regurgitating on ordure and eating it up Then walking awhile on the lip of your cup Flies can madden a man to the enth degree, Making one itch to kill far more than three But it is only a little insect with a penchant to infect Doing things peculiar to a lonely insect Just like we do and the folks they inspect They proliferate and swiftly inject A modicum of frustration is generated as I do no doubt When I’ve gotten under one’s skin and made her pout Intelligence is remarkable, is it in a fly? Smarter ones appear to be there as they go on bye Some certainly keep away, others are a pest I reckon the further ones are those that know best If you were a fly would you try to die? Who would want to linger around a fresh turd pie Don’t be absurd I hear you ply You were always ready to give anything a try This poem by TC is not only great. It is delirious. When I said that Terry said Horn, are you serious. Ho Ho