Wiggle Butt Fly
come here quickly said my sister
her voice was two swishes above a whisper
see that fly up there on the east bedroom wall?
he showed me his butt, and it was not small.
I laughed at this craziness, for I did not know
the plotting butt-wiggling fly would soon dart below
He also wiggled his posterior at me, in my face!
It was bubbliciously big, a complete insect disgrace.
How dare you do that, you are harassing me! I said.
I got a flyswatter, determined to make that fly soon dead.
He laughed at my efforts and wiggled his butt again.
It was bigger this time, I swear, not at all thin.
We called in our mother who brought in some spray
But that butt-wiggling fly zipped out the window and got away.
Can you believe how brazen he was? My sister asked me.
I was watching the fly who was buzzing away in the form of a Z.
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