The Bluebottle Buffet
On a red hot summer's day,
you may see a bluebottle buffet.
If you take a stroll in the park,
the flies eat dog poo like fish by a shark.
A banquet for all those hungry flies
big or small it doesn't matter what size.
There's always some dog poop that's spoiling the sight,
but the bluebottles don't mind as they take another bite.
Copyright © Paige Turner | Year Posted 2023
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