Jerrell Jones Poet Rhyme

The Fly

Once a fly about to die
Lit on some poor musician's masterpiece
And so did cease
As a "D",
Blessing a major key.
That was an act of note!

All jokes aside, the way he died
Was grandiose--
(And not as he chose.)
How oft we gloat 
To the empty air;
We float and fall
Not half so fair.

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Skat A January 4, 2016 at 11:47 AM Jerrell, I see why this made publication. It's unique. To answer your question. would be a poet name Debbie Guzzi, she knows a lot about this kind of stuff. Enjoyed the poem. SKAT Jerrell Jones January 5, 2016 at 5:39 AM Thanks, Skat A.

Jerrell Jones January 4, 2016 at 7:49 AM This poem was first published in the "DeKalb Literary Arts Journal" in the fall of 1968. I've yet to get info as to whether or not published poems can be submitted here.