The Flies

We're in the peak of summer. By now there's no surprise... The plague has arrived, A swarm of pesky flies! We've been through Raids a plenty. But as they drop, they're born! They breed ten times faster than rabbits. They irritate, cause scorn! Because I've seen the dump they love, They fire up my mood When I twist and turn or walk away To keep them off my food. Though they have their beauty, Their shine, translucent wings... If they kept away from me, In a way, I'd adore those things. But I say, "Bring on winter!" For then there'd be relief From those pesky little creatures Who bring our summer grief!