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It is September and my personal fruit fly has returned From his long vacation, And is happily perched on the rim of my wine glass Polity hopping off whenever I reach for a sip, Quietly resuming his place when I set down my glass. I can hardly resent his microscopic intrusion Especially when I find that he and a partner have ended Their wandering keratinous lives And are now jointly denting the meniscus of my economy class Chardonnay.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
My Personal Fruit Fly
It is September and my personal fruit fly has returned From his long vacation, And is happily perched on the rim of my wine glass Polity hopping off whenever I reach for a sip, Quietly resuming his place when I set down my glass. I can hardly resent his microscopic intrusion Especially when I find that he and a partner have ended Their wandering keratinous lives And are now jointly denting the meniscus of my economy class Chardonnay.
There cannot be too many people who have not wondered from where do fruit flies come. And, no house that contains bananas can be free from their presence.
#wine#food#humor#flies
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
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