Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Limerick

One Neurotic Fly

One fly flew down the Interstate
Longing to rest and meditate
Near a waterfall
Where hummingbirds call
That place where dreams anticipate.

So many sites to fascinate
His mind began to marinate.
In a field serene,
There was a latrine.
One site he could appreciate.

Mushrooms, he thought, would germinate.
He soared and did not hesitate.
Gossip he heard folks tell.
Embraced the stinking smell,
Some tasty tales to masticate…

Who did what and when they did it!
Who loves whom and why they hid it!
Written on the wall
Words in every stall
Diabolical rumors flit!

That fly flew down the Interstate.
No longer could he meditate
Near a waterfall
Where hummingbirds call
Always worried about man’s fate.

© January 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Debbie Guzzi January 30, 2011 at 5:34 PM wow Danie that's apowerful lot of thought in 3 limericks! a very educated fly too! ;) Light 7 love

Anthony Nutter January 30, 2011 at 4:25 AM Good thing flies can only talk to other flies. Excellent write.