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Fly Trap |
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Fairplay Member
since 2007-01-15
Posts 222England |
Said the fly to his mate I thinks its too late My legs they can hardly move His mate answered back Thank God for that My rear end is Battered and bruised With wings I can fly But as hard as I try A lift off I cannot achieve Believe it of not I’d rather die hot In the weather outside we would freeze That’s right said his mate We are stuck to our fate All you can do now is blether When the chips are down I always have found We always start blaming the weather [This message has been edited by Fairplay (10-04-2007 01:17 AM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
cute poem, clever ending, fun reading. Joyce |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
LOL, even the flies get lazy at this time of year. I enjoyed the meter in this Fairplay - a wonderful, whimsical flow!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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quatro Member
since 2003-04-29
Posts 392Galveston, Texas |
This was really cute! It's always fun to read something that is...fun Do you know of the story of the old woman who swallowed a fly? quatro |
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