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!
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2021
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