Best Aperitif Poems
BYE-BYE FLY
A fly flew through the kitchen window, I was frying,
He was big, fat and very black,
He nonchalantly settled on the drying rack,
No doubt had followed the aroma of food, uninvited prying,
With tea towel and fly swatter, was armed and eyeing.
Flew closer to the gas burner,...
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Categories:
aperitif, anger,
Form:
Limerick