A fly in his
Short life
Grew up, fell in love
And found a good wife
Flying, buzzing around
Flaunting their six legs
Proud parents of
250 eggs
Theirs was a life
You would think so
But wait till you listen
To their unending woes
All the fuss
About their buzz
Their lifestyle
Declared vile
And if that was not enough
To make their life tough
They were even called self-invited bore
And were detested therefore
And every time they tried
To go near a batter
They were stalked
By humans with a swatter!
Where ever they went
People were so curt
But I guess that happens when you
Live in so much dirt…
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC
A fly in his
Short life
Grew up, fell in love
And found a good wife
Flying, buzzing around
Flaunting their six legs
Proud parents of
250 eggs
Theirs was a life
You would think so
But wait till you listen
To their unending woes
All the fuss
About their buzz
Their lifestyle
Declared vile
And if that was not enough
To make their life tough
They were even called self-invited bore
And were detested therefore
And every time they tried
To go near a batter
They were stalked
By humans with a swatter!
Where ever they went
People were so curt
But I guess that happens when you
Live in so much dirt…
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